LXV
Josef Štýbr translation
He’s going far from home, With sorrow laden; He turns yet and looks back— Good-bye, dear maiden! He turns yet and looks back, His kerchief waving; With kerchief he dries yet Eyes in tears laving. And now behind him closed A foreign region As in the sky the lark Gets lost to vision. He’s gone, but he’ll come back Again, joy-laden— But ere he will return— Good-bye, dear maiden!