1. Shall I meet him whom I desire? though that, alas! seems vain.
For though fate drives me wildly, love leads on a gentler rein.

2. When he draws near his dwelling sorrow and joy entrance my heart,
And when we're parted, though it seems but for a little while,

3. Both day and night are long to me; night longer than the day,
And gladness now is turned to gloom since he has gone away.

4. My sins, not time nor place, have wrought this cruelty in fate;
My sins, not time nor place, so bring me disappointment's weight.