You make me pine away

You make me pine away, though I havn't offended you.

You've stopped writing to me, or asking after me.

But despite this I do not desire any other lady:

I'd rather die than change my mind.

I don't say that your love has vanished,

but I do complain of the anguish I receive.

And far from you I humbly beg you

not to be angry at me.