Did not love, did not weep. Oh no, did not love, but regardless
I have showed in the shadows the beloved likeness to you.
In our sleep all things did not appear like love:
No cause, no clues.

From the evening hall only to us nodded this image,
Only we - you and me - to it pitiful verses bore.
What has bound us stronger than love has bound others
Is that we adore.

But the gust was escaped, and tenderly somebody approached,
He who could not have prayed, but did love. To judge do not hurry!
Like the most tender note in awakening of the soul
You're memorable to me.

In this sorrowful soul you had wandered, like in open house..
(In our house, in the spring)... Forgotten don't call me!
All my minutes are filled with you, except for love -
The most melancholy.