Lord Capulet My dearest child, star of my eye, It has gone rapidly, then you are gone. From a child to become a woman, With every year, I watched closely. To have a child, a gift from Heaven, Easily becomes a tool in the devils hand. With such a child, comes good advice, Despite all caring, betrayal comes quickly. With such a child I live through her, she is my blood I'd give for her my greatest good. And I curse the lovers [suitors] I love her, she is my blood. And I damn the lovers [suitors]. With such a child, one is afraid That she is infatuated with a charlatan. With such a child, have I no more Hurt the women as I did before. With such a child How I hate the greed of men, I know their look, it's unmistakeable. And the day will come that she leaves me Unannounced; it's certain to come. And on that day, I give up hope I lock my heart firmly in quiet sorrow And do not yield it up. With such a child, ceases one not in life.  And humbly hope a life given right up to death That she understands the love that I bear. And she with heart and equal pain a life given, and of me thinks That she has been guided lovingly. My dearest child, star of my eye It has gone rapidly, then you are gone. No more the child in her I find She is full grown, I must set her free. My dearest child. My dearest child.