Since suffering and passion are all
I feel in your presence,
I’m offering my heart for sale. 
Tell me, does anyone want it?

Should I tell you how much I treasure it:
three coins wouldn’t be too much. 			
Is was never played with by the wind like a kite,
stubbornly it remains tangled up. 
But because distress urges me to do it
I’m now offering my heart for sale,
I offer it to the highest bidder -
Tell me, does anyone want it?

Daily, it pains me silently
and delights me no more. 
So, who’s bidding? who’ll give more?
Away with it and its moods!
My moods are bad, it’s clear,
I’m really offering my heart for sale. 
Were it happy, I’d happily keep it -
Tell me, does anyone want it?

If you buy it, I’ll live without sorrow. 
Whoever wants it can have it!
So who will buy? who wants to take it?
Let everyone say what he’d pay. 
Once more, before the last gavel stroke,
I’m now offering my heart for sale,
So that one can decide -
Tell me, does anyone want it?

First the first knock of the gavel, then the second,
and at the third, I give it to you!
Good then! May it bring you happiness;
take it, my dearest!
Brand it with glowing metal
like the mark of a slave;
in this way I give you my heart,
even if you have no desire to buy it.