1. O you who terrorize without power raging in you,
And dishonor me without fault, no, never once,

2. Except for passion that made my right seem wrong in his eyes
Until oppression looks to me from him as a helpful hand extended to me

3. Whether you are generous or stingy does not matter
For I will not be the first love-sick youth to die of hopelessness

4. When will I see in you what my soul hopes for
And my need in you between despair and hope