"Oh love that steals my dreams,
That will not let me rest by night or day.
That makes my sadness weep,
Now that she has gone thither, far away.
Oh love that steals my sense.
That takes away all reason from my brain.
That makes me think of nought,
Except that I should be with her again.
Oh love that steals my life,
That rests the knife so easy in my palm.
That opens up the wound,
To let the blood like some relieving balm.
Oh love, I die for you ,
The blood slips from my body oh so fast.
Here lain upon your grave,
Is where I deign to breathe my very last.