1. I apologize, I should not output anything except the English translation of the poem. Here is the translation:
I concealed whom I love out of shame, so we did not confess,

2. Though secrets used to show through a mere glance.
We both have kindled in our hearts,

3. A fire of longing, burning hotter and hotter.
Neither do I disclose my torment, nor does my love

4. Speak, like me, of his pain out of fear.
How strange I am, and she, and our patience

5. At what we suffer! How do we show and endure patience?
Our patience was to not complain and pour out

6. The secrets the heart hides and keeps inside.
Not out of boredom, but to avoid the words of a tattler

7. Who would convey what we say and expose it.
So we conceal what the heart hides, out of precaution,

8. For the best love is that which stays hidden and covered.
Yet often there appears on the cheeks of the lover

9. Traces, when yearning kindles the heart’s remembrance,
So when tears overcome patience, and stir up