The first day that across thee I came,
The detainee of thy love I became.
I know thou art beyond my reach
N’ over thee someone else hath claim;
But what shall I do of this nasty heart
Who reiterates just thy name!
My destruction, my ruin, all is mine;
Thou art not at all to blame.
Over my lips there plays a smile,
But in my heart there rises a flame!
If I’m not blessed with thy company,
Then for me, joy and sorrow are the same!
For separation is – as it seems – my fate,
I’ve set thy picture in my hearts’ frame.
I love you! I love you! I love you!
I declare it with no fear or shame!