Oh, love hath gone astray.
In the night,
We hath loved wildly.
Oh, how love hath disobeyed.
In the frenzy,
We have turned crazy.
Oh, fled away hath our love.
In the fleeing,
We hath thus seen clearly.
Oh, how hath love turned to scorn.
In the delivering,
We hath trust none with understanding.
Oh, if love have been delighted.
In the night of dark,
We hath instead rebuked our two hearts.
Oh, love have been held captive.
In the receiving,
We hath seen our enemies pleasing.
Great was the company:
Your heart and thy bosom,
Loaded with all worldly passions,
Rest at the feet of thy heavens;
Where beautiful it is still loving you,