Translation of a Sonnet

In those eyes that glisten as in pity for my pain,
Are they gems, or only dewdrops? Can they, will they long remain?
Why the strength of tyrant beauty thus, with seeming ruth, restrain?
Better breathe my last before thee, than in lingering grief remain.

To yon planet Fate has given every month to wax and wane;
And thy world of blushing brightness — can it, will it long remain?
Health and youth, in balmy moisture, on thy cheek their seal maintain;
But the dew that steeps the rosebud — can it, will it long remain?

Asuf! why in mournful numbers of thine absence thus complain?
Chance had joined us, chance has parted! — nought on earth can long remain.
In the world may'st thou, beloved! live exempt from grief and pain.
On my lips the breath is fleeting — can it, will it long remain?