1. The leaves of doves have hung, since they sang in the branches
Of a weeping willow, passionately in love with a daughter of Albans

2. So if you see a willow, downcast and humbled,
Its bending reminds me of the bending of Albans

3. Albans demolished my patience and built
My fervent love - so for God is this demolisher and builder

4. My heart is not for singing to any songstress
Unless I have at the time two hearts

5. Two hearts in her bracelets stirred my sorrow
No wonder if two hearts stirred passions