What is love? Lady thou woundest,
Thou woundest, mine heart.
Oh, I know not whither thou art,
Or wherefore thou tearest us apart.
If ever thou beest mine, giv’st me a sign.
What is love? Lady, thou woundest,
Thou woundest, mine heart.
I know not what can granted be,
For doth not my freedom rest with thee?
What shall remain if we are twain?
Alack, I beseech.
What is love? Lady thou woundest,
Thou woundest, mine heart.