With the face of bygone things and of regret,
Alas! and things that were never to be? I remember the sweetness of love! Do not shame me before these men!
The Princess: Shame? And I myself, can I not be ashamed before them,
Like a wise and modest man who stands erect amidst drunkards?
Ah! Ah! I see and I know! Alas! I see! I see and I understand!
The Fourth Watcher: We salute you, O beauty! We salute you, reproach!
O Notary of the dying, now you are drawing near us bearing your book and scroll.
The Princess: Truly, I pity you!
The Fourth Watcher: Be sad, for we are sad.
(The nightingale sings again.