Goodbye to the sun that shines for me no longer;

If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.

Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do.

And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun/ And she forgot the blue above the trees,/ And she forgot the dells where waters run,/ And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze;/ She had no knowledge when the day was done,/ And the new morn she saw not: but in peace/ Hung over her sweet basil evermore,/ And moisten'd it with tears unto the core.

I forgive the tears I was made to shed,

Sorrow, like a cloud on the sun, shades the soul of Clessammor.

God forgive me, I had forgotten Maimouna.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

I forgive the neglect and the contempt,

Forgive me that I felt forsaken,
That grief and angst was all I knew.
Forgive me that I kept mistaking
Too many other men for you.

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

If I didn’t think the sun looked at me a little, I wouldn’t look at it.

I by not doing, not by doing, lost
The sight of that high sun which thou desirest,
And which too late by me was recognized.

I forgive the indifference and ill will,