At night, I wait

And my sleeplessness does lengthen

And so the moon asks of me

“Beautiful one, what is wrong?”

And I reply, my heart orphaned by love,

“O full moon, I am to blame,

for I have loved hopelessly.”

I adore you,

I adore you,

I adore you hopelessly.

And your eyes,

And your eyes smile for me,

And your roses tempt me with the craving of kisses,

And your roses tempt me with the craving¹ of kisses

O me, O me, I and thou,

we have lived the strangest stories.

O me, O me, I and thou,

and my love-letters were stolen.

And they knew then thou wast my lover,