Roxane, what more can I say to you?
How can I portray the truths that scald my heart with burning chains?
No matter how hard I try, my words can never make you understand.

I know now why I help you to love another.
He offers you more than I ever could.
I realize my features pale in comparison to his,
And I am aware that bloodlines are not destined to remain pure.
Those should be deciding factors.

He is the better man,
but why can't you see me for who I am?
For what I have done?
It has been me all along.
I have been there from the beginning,
Writing those bleeding words from my own crimson flow,
those awful letters that you only heard from his grating voice that was so insincere.

Even now,
As I lay on my deathbed,
I think of you, Roxane,
And only you.

My illness is grave.
Even now, I write to you with a trembling hand.
He will soon come to take me.

Farewell, Roxane.
Goodbye.

Your friend, your cousin, your lover,
Cyrano