I. Tall waves coming over the sea, which the wind drives this way and that, can you tell me news of my lover, who crossed the sea? I do not see him return! Ah, God, this love! Sometimes it gives me joy and sometimes pain.
II. Ah, gentle breeze, coming from yonder where my lover sleeps and dwells and lies, bring to me here his sweet breath to drink! I open my mouth in my great desire for it. Ah, God, this love! Sometimes it gives me joy and sometimes pain.
III. It is grievous to love a knight from a foreign land, for his embraces and his laughter turn to tears. Never did I think that my lover would betray me, for I granted him all he asked from me in love. Ah, God, this love! Sometimes it gives me joy and sometimes pain.
