Deep love is as close with me as a tailing shadow;
A breezy moonlit night worsens this deep sorrow.
How I envy my simple-minded neighboring maiden,
To whom everything sad will be soon cleanly forgotten.
The lass deep in love longs for her beloved apart;
In moonlit breezy night lovesickness gnaws her heart.
Why won’t she drink like silly maiden in the east,
Who cares nor for the breeze nor the moon in the least?