I have nothing but my goon,and I want nothing more. It has been, it still is, faithful to me.
Why should I begrudge it, since during the hours when my soul crushed the depths of my heart, it was seated there beside me?
O goon, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my goon, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O goon, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
