Sometimes I'm sad

Sometimes I'm sad, and then suddenly I think of her

and I'm happy. Then I'm sad again

because I don't know how much she loves me.

She is a bright-souled girl,

and in her heart she jealously protects

the one passion she will bestow on only one.

She left before the lindens opened.

They have flowered since then

and I was amazed, my friends,

to see linden branches with no flowers on them.