When Love entered my heart That first time,
She so very sweetly Wished to make my heart fall in love,
That She sent a look my way,
As well as feelings of deep love with a sweet thought:
Hope that I’d receive Mercy without being refused,
Hope that I’d receive Mercy without being refused,
But never as long as I’ve lived Has She ever intended to embolden me;
And so She makes me in my desiring Have thoughts so filled with love,
That by the strength of desiring
My joy must change to torment,
If I do not possess courage.
Alas! and I cannot find any,
Because Love Has no intention
Of providing me with any help,
As She keeps me so tightly in her nets That I cannot escape them;
Nor do I want to, since as I await
Her mercy, my humble wish
Is to endure all these pains;
And if faithful Love consents
That my sweet lady with her noble appearance
Might wish to call me friend,
I know It as the truth
That I shall, endlessly, possess
The joy that
Love owes a perfect lover
As a reward for his ills.
But she waits too long,
And I love so foolishly
That I do not dare beg for mercy,
For I prefer living in the hope
Of soon receiving mercy,
Rather than
Refusal coming to finish me off.
And so I say with a sigh:
It is great madness to love so much,
That you make your sweetness bitter.
That you make a sweet sound/song bitter.
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