NOTE: 29

[May there be] water once again in the coming year! Oh, [my] love, alas, O girl, little one, Sweet soul, dear soul, She has carried away my wits! The moonbeams shimmered, and [the moon] went along, It ran against a cloud and halted; [My love] did not give a heartfelt pledge, A brand remained on my heart [evermore]. The moon has gone into hiding, I have not found my sweet love; My eyes filled with tears, I fell asleep in the night. I fell asleep in the night, [And] found you in my dream; I shall not give you up, As long as I am alive [and] have not rotted [in the grave].