Doubt

Be stopped, restlesness of passion!

Fall asleep, hopeless heart!

I weep, I suffer,

The soul is tired of separation;

I suffer, I weep,

Not to sob the grief into tears.

In vain hope to me happiness looks,

I do not believe, I do not believe insidious vows!

Separation takes away love.

Like a sleep persistent and terrible,

I dream of my happy rival,

And secretly and maliciously

boiling jealousy blazes,

And secretly and maliciously

my hand searches for a weapon.

In vain jealousy brings treason to me,

I do not believe, I do not believe the insidious slander.

I am happy: you are mine again.

Sadly the time passes,

we again embrace each other,

And passionately and hotly my happy heart throbs again,

And passionately and hotly our lips melt together.