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I am a maiden kept at home, I am silver gilded over with gold. *Nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay.* What can I say to my father and mother?— This is what was written upon my brow. I have loved, I shall take my beloved, I shall take [him], [yet] my heartless mother will not give [me]. I have loved my sweetheart, Loved [him], [yet] remained in my home. Sigh, [then], have fear [of God], Do not burn my youthful soul! I have an apricot tree, The wind will bear away its leaves. O Wind, come from me and bear A ring to my sweet beloved! A ring gilded over with gold,— Ah, lad, you who have laid claim to me! What fault is it of the cause, When I am bound by your love?