1. I glance at her, and she knows what I want.

    And she glances at me, so the envious one watches her.

  2. And I have nothing but my stolen glances,

    Whenever I gain any good that comes my way.

  3. Yes—a sigh that sorrow keeps repeating,

    And an eye whose sleep is forever banished,

  4. And a lovesick heart with a fire within,

    It nearly perishes from the severity of its affliction.

Sol 6.1