Until now — poor me! —
I had concealed the matter 
  and loved shrewdly.

My situation is at last revealed,
for my belly has become swollen;
  birth nears for this mother-to-be.
 
On one side Mother beats me,
on the other Father reproaches me;
  both treat me harshly.

I sit alone at home,
I don't dare to go out
  nor to enjoy myself in public.

When I go outdoors,
I am watched by everyone,
  as if I were a monster.

When they see this womb
they nudge each other;
  they fall silent until I have passed by.

They always nudge with an elbow,
point a finger at me,
  as if I've done something unheard of.

They point me out with a nod,
judge me worthy of the pyre,
  because I have made one mistake.

Why run through things one by one?
I am a subject of gossip
  and in everyone's mouth.

For this I suffer violence,
now I am dying from the pain,
  I am always in tears.

It increases the pain,
that my friend is in exile 
  because of this trifle.

On account of his father's rage
he has retreated to France
  at its farthest borders.

I am in sadness 
over his absence 
  to the summit of pain.