The love, my lady, that I bear for you
I would willingly reveal;
the desire to tell of my love sickness
has left me breathless.
I know not how to
reveal to you the passions
that burn deep within me.
Mindless of time and place,
the fire inside of me
rages with no relief.
I dare not send word to you
for fear of being mocked,
for when I have come close to you,
you turn in another direction.
When I stay away for many days,
my love sickness only grows