Those
terrifying messengers, the crown of endeavor
Have
already stolen virtue from many houses
There
where pious lineage moaned
The
curses of the sins of blasphemy make their nests
Already
blasphemous voices, against God and Heaven
[Make]
earthly pleasure the only paradise
The
devil feeds our people with infernal bread
A
cruel fate, Oh Lord, oppresses our country The
End
Expectation
The
streamlet[1] and
valley The torment of my
heart
Where
my love awaits me Something
can pacify already
The
hour gets nearer, nearer Softly,
softly, someone’s coming
At
which we meet each day [My]
heart says it’s him
What
if he’s not there? And
he never betrays me
Maybe
he’s only hiding I
hear the song, it’s him there
Well,
in vain I cast[2] my
eyes [My] worries were in vain
He’s
not here at all Already the hour of happiness[3] is
returning
Maybe
he’s changed loyalties Our
hearts are one[4]
Maybe
he doesn’t love me anymore No one can
separate us now
[1]
Literally “bird stream’
[2]
Literally “send”
[3] Or
“good fortune”
[4]
Literally “mutually inclined”
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