Were I to search the world both far and wide
And chance upon a land of endless bliss—
Eternal life without you at my side—
For love of you I’d trade that world for this.
If I could live a thousand-thousand years
But live those years apart from your embrace,
I’d rather suffer death bathed in your tears
Than live without the joy of seeing your face.
For what is life, though fame and fortune thrive,
If greater treasure be sore cast aside?
For life is dead, and dead though still alive,
When love and all that would be love have died.
If you and love of you were to be lost
To gain the world would not be worth the cost.
