1. Her glances struck me with a sword
That cannot be warded off from hearts

2. So they laid me low, though no misfortunes laid me low
And they killed me, though no wars had killed me

3. I say to her, as she lists my sins
Repeating the words of the sly and cunning one

4. I sacrifice myself for you, you have shed my blood with a sword
Across my guts, O rending, tearing one

5. So do not count my sins after this
For the sword erases sins