1. I keep my love hidden, though it does not stay concealed
From one to whom, if I complained, he would show mercy.

2. And yet, because of my good opinion of him,
I take care, if I speak openly, that he will be too shy.

3. In his glance there is a feeling for me
That proves the suspicions of the slanderer.

4. People know that I love him,
And I believe he knows it too.

5. Yet I angrily suppress the pains
Of longing that flare up in my liver.

6. One evening I bid farewell at a refuse heap
To plains and to the sighs of a heart tightly closed.

7. There was none to wish us well at the halt
Except tears washing an eyelid held stiff.

8. He will remember one who left his homelands
And weep for those who did not depart.