But you, give me water to drink, that I may die in peace, for I am consumed with thirst!
O brother! I have put my trust in you! Will you not help me? I beg you, soldier, head of gold, O my bright-haired brother!
Tête-d'or: Oh! That I could do as does the eagle,
Who, letting fall a useless prey, perishes in his ravaged eyrie!
Why did you cross my path?
Why, like pride, having kneeled before me, did you clasp me in your arms like a tree or a fountain?
On my heart, he pressed his face against this throbbing regret!
And again he asks my help in the hour of his death!
I do not understand! I have done my best
And I have turned my steps towards that house of sin,