Dialogue at the dance

The indifferent ones:

Come with me to the dance, o beauty;

dancing is right for a festive day.

You can become my sweetheart if you are not,

but if you will never be, we can just dance.

Come with me to the dance, o beauty;

dancing glorifies a festive day.

The tender ones:

Without you, dearest, what would a festival be?

Without you, my sweet, what would a dance be?

If you were not my sweetheart, I would not want to dance.

If you stay my sweetheart forever, life will be a celebration.

Without you, dearest, what would a festival be?

Without you, my sweet, what would a dance be?

The indifferent ones:

Let them love, but let us dance!

Languishing love shuns the dance.

Let us merrily weave about in spinning rows,

and let the others creep off into the twilit wood.

Let them love, but let us dance!

Languishing love shuns the dance.

The tender ones:

Let them twirl, and let us wander!

Wandering in love is a heavenly dance.

Cupid is nearby and hears this mockery;

he will have revenge someday - and soon!

Let them twirl, and let us wander!

Wandering in love is a heavenly dance.