Cupid

By the fire sat the child

Cupid, Cupid

and was blind;

with his little wings he fans

into the flames and smiles;

Fan, smile, wily child!

Ah, the child's wing is burning!

Cupid, Cupid

runs quickly.

O how the burning hurts him deeply!

Beating his wings, he weeps loudly;

To the shepherdess's lap runs,

crying for help, the wily child.

And the shepherdess helps the child,

Cupid, Cupid,

naughty and blind.

Shepherdess, look, your heart is burning;

You did not recognize the rascal.

See, the flame is growing quickly.

Save yourself, from the wily child!