The sea and soil of Provence --
who has erased them from your heart?
From your native, fulsome sun --
what destiny stole you away?
Oh, remember in your sorrow
that joy glowed on you,
and that only there peace
can yet shine upon you.
God has guided me!
Ah, your old father --
You don't know how much he has suffered!
With you far away, with misery
has his house [bad word] full.
But if in the end I find you again,
if hope did not fail within me,
if the voice of honor
didn't [bad word] silenced in you, 
God has heard me!