Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.
I have watched all night,
and now my eyes are heavy with sleep;
I fear lest I lose you when I am sleeping.
Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.
I start up and stretch my hands to touch you.
I ask myself, „Is it a dream?“
Could I but entangle your feet with my heart,
And hold them fast to my breast!
Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.