Under the linden
by the meadow,
where our bed was,
there you can find,
beautifully broken,
the flowers and the grass.
Before the forest in a valley--
       Tandaradei--
Beautifully sang the nightingale.

I came walking
to the meadow,
my lover had come there already before.
There I was received,
(Holy Virgin!)
for that I am happy forever.
Did he kiss me? At least a thousand times.
       tandaradei--
See, how red my mouth is!

There he made--
so splendidly,
a bed out of flowers.
Those will laugh,
heartily,
who come by on the path
and see by the roses,
       tandaradei--
where my head lay.

That he lay with me--
if anyone knew
(God forbid) I would be ashamed.
How he was with me,
Never, no one
may find out, except for him and me,
and a little bird
       tandaradei--
that will well keep my secret.