I'm driven here, I'm driven there

I'm driven here, I'm driven there!

In only a few more hours I will see her,

she herself, the fairest of fair young women; -

you true heart, how heavily you pound!

But the hours are lazy people!

They drag themselves comfortably and sluggishly,

creeping with yawns along their paths; -

rouse yourself, you lazy fool!

A charging hurry seizes and drives me!

But the Hours have never been in love;

sworn secretly to cruel conspiracy,

they mock treacherously the lover's haste.