Confession

So do I love you, beloved,

that my heart does not dare

to cherish any desire at all -

so do I love you!

If I dared to wish,

I might also hope as well;

and if I did not hesitate to hope,

I know well I would anger you.

So I call only

for Death, that he might appear,

because my heart cannot dare

cherish another wish:

so do I love you!