Helen Maria Williams - A Song [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I

No riches from his scanty store
My lover could impart;
He gave a meant his love


III

But now for me, in search of gain
From shore to shore he flies:
Why wander riches to obtain,boon I valued more—
He gave me all his heart!


II

His soul sincere, his gen'rous worth
Might well this bosom move;
And when I ask'd for bliss on earth
I only
When love is all I prize?


IV

The frugal meal, the lowly cot
If blest my love with thee!
That simple fare, that humble lot
Were more than wealth to me


V

While he the dang'rous ocean braves
My tears but vainly flow:
Is pity in the faithless waves
To which I pour my woe?


VI

The night is dark, the waters deep
Yet soft the billows roll;
Alas! at every breeze I weep—
The storm is in my soul