1. For the love in which my heart still burns,
I have no path for blame or reproach.

2. There is a deep yearning that only her sweet lips can quench,
No other balm can soothe its fire.

3. In my heart there is sorrow I cannot voice
When affliction weighs heavy upon me.

4. If naught but my blood will satisfy,
Then let the tears from my eyes suffice.

5. If enemies must be vanquished for her sake,
Then let my neck and wrists pay the price.

6. Vain are the hopes my greed whispers to me -
Never have I heard of one tortured by sweet lips.