1. What strange affliction, if only happiness aided me,
A youth whose heart was lost from me.

2. The white hair reproached me, but not the shame,
And it distanced me, its separation and remoteness.

3. Love grew white with blame and reproach, it is right if livers grew white,
For us there is a passion and love,

4. And for us from the dew of your hand an appointment,
Where you end for us our enemy time,

5. And end with its rage the envious.