1. This is the way of the children of passion
I am not the first in what I have come to

2. What youth has not had his eyelids robbed of sleep
By the flickering of lightning when it flashes?

3. They wrung my heart with draughts of hot desire
Leaving it there distracted and forlorn

4. Many a flower of youth was lost to those eyes
Where hearts of passionate youths were led astray