Hob XXVIa, 28 Despair. [German translation]

The anguish of my bursting heart

Till now my tongue hath ne'er betray'd.

Despair at length reveals the smart;

No time can cure, no hope can aid.

My sorrows verging to the grave,

No more shall pain thy gentle breast.

Think, death gives freedom to the slave,

Nor mourn for me when I'm at rest.

• Artist:Joseph Haydn
• Album:Haydn: Lieder.