1. When I was alone with the memory of you
A passion arose which I had hidden in my innermost thoughts

2. Yet I did not make much of it and said “This cannot be
For the covenant of contentment is no misfortune for me”

3. So I concealed it until its secret was complete
And revealed itself through the tears my eyes did secrete

4. I hide it while my tears and sickness expose it
And who can compete with such revealing secret-bearers?