My beloved's oath

Oh, if only my father did not sulk, in both wakefulness and sleep,

I would tell him whom I met in the little garden.

But just keep sulking, Father, sulk away;

I met my beloved in that little garden there.

Oh, if only my father weren't so quarrelsome,

I would tell him what my beloved gave to me.

But just keep being quarrelsome, Father, my dear father you,

He gave me a little kiss and another in addition.

Oh, if it did not sound so astonishing to my father's ears,

I would tell him what my beloved swore.

But be astonished, Father, and be astonished again:

You will nevertheless give me to him one day with joy.

My beloved swore to me so firmly and certainly,

Before he tore himself from my embrace:

I would remain at home only until

The wheat-seeds sprout merrily in the fields.