At the dance

Tralala! my little love!

Why did you not tell me

That my love has fallen ill?

I would have offered delicious tidbits

For his refreshment:

A morsel of the rib of a mosquito,

The little soul of tiny fly,

Two legs of a crab,

A little goblet of brandy

As a gift to him,

That he may drink to repletion,

My beloved!