My heart, my heart

My heart, my heart, don't you see

that when love seizes you,

there are no joys, but annoyances,

no tremors, but pains?

So then for a while stop

playing the love-sick Romeo!

Are you not already aware

that loving is an ugly game?

But what lady did I ever see

more beautiful and pure than she?

Alas, I'm very afraid

that I will fall in love again!

Does it seem that it would be vain

to escape love's enchantment,

to go far away with me

and not stay near her?

No, no--it is the better advice,

when you see love hanging around,

to run away like a rabbit

or else arm your heart with bronze.