1. In your homes I saw the dawn break
And tender branches, a watchful lover

2. They lure me, nay slay me, nay give me life
They are the swords, the instrument of torture

3. While I contemplate their beauty
And for which of them my thoughts are distraught and troubled

4. Until it was clear and I said spontaneously
You have thwarted the trousseau of every suitor's word