Ah! Mother, let me confess it to you:
I am nearly perishing with agony,
I am plagued by lovesickness.
With the bright radiance of her eyes
Your dear daughter has wickedly
Stolen my heart.

  Since her gaze encountered mine,
Joy has flown, sleep has flown,
Everything is a burden to me;
And she is always in my mind,
And I am continually drawn to her,
I have neither peace nor rest.

  But she -- she has a heart of stone;
If I want to kiss her, she says: no!
Those are forbidden goods.
When I only gently touch her hand,
Her dear head is immediately turned away;
Thereupon I lose all courage.

  I know it, the darling does not trust me,
Because, when I look into her face,
She immediately admonishes me with her finger;
You, Mother, she would believe more than me,
Oh, describe my suffering to her,
And tell her of my distress.

  And if you manage to move her marble bosom,
Then grant me the sweet joy
And give her to me as my wife!
Then my sorrow shall soon vanish,
Then the earth shall become green again,
And the sky blue.