Farewell dear mate,dear love!

　　I'm going away,I know not where,

　　Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again,

　　So Good-bye my Fancy.

　　Now for my last-let me look back a moment;

　　The slower fainter ticking of the clock is in me,

　　Exit, nightfall,and soon the heart-thud stopping.

　　Long have we lived, joy'd,caress'd together;

　　Delightful!-now separation-Good-bye my Fancy.

　　Yet let me not be too hasty,

　　Long indeed have we lived, slept, filter'd, become really

　　blended into one;

　　Then if we die we die together, (yes,we'll remain one,)

　　If we go anywhere we'll be better off and blither, and learn something,

　　May-be it is yourself now really ushering me

　　to the true songs, (who knows?)

　　May-be it is you the mortal knob really undoing,turning

　　-so now finally,

　　Good-bye-and hail! my Fancy.