1. My friend, if longing called you one day
And our hearts yearned to meet,

2. And you wished to gain union and connection with me,
While my sad heart burns with its ardour from afar,

3. Then I have more right than you to that yearning,
And my heart's fire has raging flames,

4. And if I hide my longing in my heart,
Still, longing conceals it, the wary one.