Alas, I am an unlucky man, to have neither money nor goods

Alas, I am an unlucky man, to have neither money nor goods;

otherwise I would quickly harness four white horses and lead them into a trot.

I would adorn them with bells, so that you could hear them from afar;

I would stick a large bouquet of roses on my left side.

And when I came to your little house, I would snap my whip,

and you would look out of your window: "What do you want?" you would ask.

"What are you doing with this large bouquet of roses, and these white horses and carriage?"

"It is you I want," I would cry; "Come out!" And then you would ask no more questions.

"Now, Father, Mother, gaze at her and kiss her quickly in farewell,

for I cannot wait much longer - my horses won't tolerate it."