1. O companion of the meadows, your laments at dawn
With grieving melodies proclaim sorrows,

2. Recalling old affections and days gone by,
You weep in sadness and stir my sadness.

3. Perhaps my tears distress you,
And your tears distress me, too.

4. Though you complain, I do not understand,
And though I complain, you do not understand me.

5. Yet I know you through ardor,
And you know me through ardor, too.

6. Do I see you inclined toward weeping,
Or has separation given you my draught of sorrow?