1. Your exalted assembly which I draw
Solace from in the harshness of fate

2. I may sometimes willfully desert
Though love calls me back to its door

3. I've no treasure besides it, and youth
Is loath to spend from its hoard

4. Though I see it not, whenever
I ponder it, my resolve strengthens

5. Do not count me fickle at any time
For you are the heart of life in its breast