I had already stretched out my weary limbs in bed

I had already stretched out my weary limbs in bed,

When you appeared to me, my love.

Straight up I jump, slip on my shoes again

And wander through the town with my lute.

I sing and play and make the street resound;

So many women listen - I'm quickly past.

So many girls are moved by my song,

When the wind has borne song and sound away.