It is no wonder if I sing.
For love most strongly rules my heart.
For love I obey in all things.
Body and heart and mind and thought,
Love draws me with great force.
I look upon love as everything.

Life without love -- what is it worth?
Like a man whose heart is never fed;
Without love's sweet food is indeed dead.
God may your hatred never move.
So fierce against me that I may
Survive a month a single day.
And have no heart to sing for love.

It is indeed my belief;
When I see my love near;
I tremble visibly with fear.
Like a quivering leaf in the wind.
My weakness before love is such,
A child would have more sense than I.
Please my love have mercy on me.

Sweet is the wound your love does give.
Your love clobbers my heart.
I die a hundred times.
And revived a hundred times in joy!