When the nightingale sings,

And the woods wax green,

I expect, the leaves and the blades of grass,

And to spring up in April.

And so love has shot through my heart

With a spear so honed

That night and day it drinks my blood

And my heart grieves.

All this year i have loved

The one i can love no more,

I have sighed so many sighs,

Sweetheart, for your favour.

Love will never be any closer to me,

And i rue that intensely.

Sweetheart, think about me,

I have loved you such a long time.

Dear sweetheart, I beg you,

For one word of love.

As long as I live I will not seek

Another thoughout the entire world.

With your affection, my sweet love,

You could bring me joy,

A sweet kiss from your lips

Could cure me completely.

Sweetheart, I beg you,

With a lover's petition,

If you love me, as I feel you do.

Then love me as I want to.

And if it be your will,

Then be sure you make it happen,

For I think of you so much,

That I'm growing like the tree.