I have known a lady behind that of a loner
Of whose face so gloomy no one can flatter
Of whose lips a smile can not master
Her name no one wants to utter.

Yet for it is the Day of the Great Favor she lives in
When a gift to her has been given
More precious than gold
Oh! So much precious than pure gold.

It was the King of the Land's only Son
To be her  Lover to end her lonely hour
Though she is not a worthy one
But the King declared that she shall be the One.