1. The spirit of the lover flowed with the beloved
When they left the meadows and middle of the villages

2. And tomorrow he wanders pained by their absence
And he moans longing, though he deserted the meadows

3. Is there, O beloved, in your union
Hope soon, or have the ties been untied?

4. No, no, for I am in increased devotion
To the ropes of your love, devoid of bitterness

5. I send greetings and regards, however preoccupied
A pouring rain, not a vicious lion of evil