TESTO DEL LIED

"In vain to this desert my fate I deplore"
di Robert Burns (1759-1796)

In vain to this desert my fate I deplore,
For dark is the wildwood, and bleak is the shore;
The rude blasts I hear, and the white waves I see,
But nought that gives shelter or confort to me.

O love! Thou hast pleasures, and deep have I lovd,
I love! Thou hast sorrows, and sore Have I provd:
But this bruised heart that now bleeds in my breast,
I can feel, by its throbbing, will soon be at rest.

When closd are those eyes, that but open to weep,
With my woes and my wrongs I shall peacefully sleep;
But the thorn rhy inkindness first placd in my heart,
Transplanted to thine, shall new anguish impart.