Thou hast wounded hearts; we beg thee let us come to thee.
For my friend, friendship should abide;
As for the disloyal the day of judgment shall find him.
For what reason dost thou close thine eyes without sleepiness?
Thou pleasest not me but other people.
I shall rush on you at noon, you who are in my mind;
With the sword shall I [over] throw you with high windows.
With the sword shall I charge you in the darkness of the night;
I’ll take my sword and cause the blood to flow.
O beloved, O beloved, thou whom the heart desires,