For what is done is done.
They said to her—Behold him, he is dead!
How did he lose his life, unhappy one?
—O bury him deep in the grave, she said,
For what is done is done.
This is the pain of love that I have caught,
And what is done is done;
A thousand remedies avail me naught,
And what is done is done.
For love I gave the honour of my name,