Thou art weary; Almona's song to Yussouf

Ah, my love, but thou art weary,

Thou hast ridden far and long,

And the mountain paths were dreary,

Let me cheer with meat and song

Thou, my lord, and I, thy lover,

I, most tender, thou, most brave,

Never did the twilight cover

such a master, such a slave.