Born into tearful suffering,
silently I took it all to heart; But,
by some sweet magical spell, in the flower of my youth,
and like a speeding bolt of lightning,my fate has changed!
No! Dry your tears.
Why are you trembling?
Come to me! A daughter, a sister, and a friend
you will find in me.

I shall no longer sit sadly by the fire singing alone in my melancholy. As a flash, a dream, a game, my long ordeal now seems.