My Mortal Love

I love you most of all in world,
No one has granted love like this,
It can't be bought and can't be sold,
It is my honour and my bliss.

But look and see - o'ver love of mine
The time and death are still above,
They'll lead us, dear, to our shrine,
And no one then will save our love.

We'll die, in old age or in prime,
And people will remember not
The finest lovers of all time,
They'll say that they 'bout us forgot.

This insight fills my heart with sore
My grievous pain's sepulchre-deep
Even if finest evermore,
My love is mortal, thus I weep

I came to you, for time is ripe,
I'm crying, falling on my knee
And bringing sword with silver gripe
In hand, to murder me and thee.

Don't cry, don't make me speak to you,
Don't seek the reason in my deeds.
I have decided - and I'll do,
'Cause this regard my mistress needs.

Death is my mistress, I'm just slave.
I know that you would understand.
We're laying both in single grave.
My love was mortal - to the end.