Early, when the cock crows

Early, when the cock crows,

Before the stars disappear,

I must stand at the hearth;

I must light the fire.

Beautiful is the blaze of the flames;

The sparks fly.

I gaze into the fire,

Sunk in grief.

Suddenly, it comes to me,

Unfaithful boy,

That last night

I dreamed of you.

Tears upon tears then

Pour down;

So the day comes -

O would it were gone again!