O come, lovely summer night

O come, lovely summer night,

Yet secretly;

Love has justly made you

A time for conquest!

It is then that many buds are broken off,

Stealthily;

It is then that their sweet shoots are opened

By violets;

It is then that in the afterglow,

The roses incline their heads;

It is then that my sweetheart surely shall be mine,

The loose girl!