Speak, maiden, whom I love all too much

Speak, maiden, whom I love all too much,

who hurled into my once aloof heart,

with only one glance,

these wild, ardent feelings!

Will you not soften your heart?

Do you wish to be chaste

and remain without sweet bliss,

or do you want me to come to you?

To remain without sweet bliss -

I would never make such a bitter penance.

So come, dark-eyes,

come when the stars greet you.