Blind man's bluff

In darkness I go searching,

My child, where have you hidden yourself?

Oh, she always hides,

And I shall pine away!

In darkness I go searching,

My child, where have you hidden yourself?

I, who never find the hiding-place,

I wander around in a circle!

He who dies for you,

He will have no peace.

Child, have pity

And come here!

Yes, come here,

Here, here!