Alta, Alta Va la Luna (traditional Sephardic Jewish, from Greece)

"The moon is high when dawn begins;
my beautiful, unlucky daughter, she will not have a child. I tossed in my bed and felt full of sighs; I got up and went to the window. 'What are you looking for, young man, here at this hour?' 'I came to see my beloved, because tomorrow I am leaving.' My eyes are already full of tears from looking so much at love. The boats come and go, but there is no letter for me. The birds are chirping in the flowering trees, and below are seated those who suffer from love."