And in your dream imagine nothing for yourself

And in your dream imagine nothing for yourself

for you are too young for me.

About your chin hardly any down yet sprouts:

it is not enough for me.

If I get married,

I must marry a rider on a horse,

twice as tall and broad as you,

his beard two ells long.

His black steed bolts with the wind's course,

his beard, it blankets me

as I sit before him on the knob of the saddle,

and off to the kitchens for you!