You don’t have, you don’t have anything[1] XXXVI.
A thousand of my thoughts
Like a young boy Stand in front of me
Come close to my lips[2] I would give you my heart
Like to a berry If
you loved me in return[3]
When a girl XXXVII. If I could be yours
Of fifteen years already loves I would tell myself
In vain they[4]
guard her That I
had found both beauty
By my little carriage XXXVIII.
Shine, moon, shine
Everyone is running around The stars all around it
I love the young lady If you were to be nice [to me]
Who is happy That
would be nothing to me
Little green groves XXXIX.
Thoughts, my thoughts
Shoot up tall Lead me to you
Tell me, girl O,
my Marysia
If I am loved by you Hug me to you
Tell [me], then, tell me L[7].
A grey pony, grey
Tell me in secret With a light-colored mane
If you love me or not Although I’m not pretty
Because it’s not nice to deceive I’m a living boy
[1] Literally, “you don’t have it”
[2] Literally “kisser, mouth”
[3] Literally “were mutually inclined”
[4] Literally “he guards”
[5] Literally “gotten lost [through]”
[6] Or, “good fortune”
[7] Sic for XL?
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