1. My eyes which your ropes have attached
And beauty is for the ambitious eye a hunter

2. And you have deceived my hearing with your sweet talk
And from words are precious pearls and ingots

3. And the breaths echo your well-known meadow
What cannot be reached by the lifeless aroma

4. And you have settled my heart into your morals
There lies the sincerity and the cool freshwater

5. And my tongue alone remains to deter me
Alas! One cannot overcome the group