Ô triste, triste était mon âme

Oh sad, sad was my soul
Because, because of a woman.

I did not console myself
Although my heart had gone away,

Although my heart, although my soul
Had fled far from this woman.

I did not console myself,
Although my heart had gone away.

And my heart, my too sensitive heart
Said to my soul: Is it possible,

Is it possible, - even if it were,
This proud exile, this sad exile?

My soul said to my heart: Do I know,
Myself, what this trap wants from us

To be present even though exiled
Even though gone far away?

Oh sad, sad was my soul
Because, because of a woman