Blow, Breeze, gently and lovingly

Blow, Breeze, gently and lovingly

about the cheeks of my beloved;

play tenderly in her locks,

do not hasten to flee far away!

If perhaps she is then to ask,

how it stands with poor wretched me,

tell her: "Unending was his woe,

highly dubious was his condition;

However, now he can hope

magnificently to come to life again.

For you, lovely one, are thinking of him!"