‖: Oh, how my soul is ravished with the joys :‖
‖: That spring like fountains :‖ from my true love’s voice.
How cordial is his lips, how sweet his tongue,
‖: Each word he breathes :‖ is a melodious song.
He absent, ah, ‖: how is my glory dim. :‖
‖: I have no beauty not derived from him,
What ere I have, what ere I have
From him alone, from him alone,
From him alone I have,
And he takes pleasure in those grief he gave. :‖