Jamer
is mir entprungen ach mein lait is veste. Grief
as a river rushes, pain I cannot still
Owe
clag hat betwungen overwhelms
me and crushes
Mein
sentes herrz ouf dirre linden este. my
longing heart upon this pleasant hill.
Hoher
mut trost vreude mus sich decken, Comfort,
peace, and happiness take flight;
Suftzen
trauren waine, sighs
and tears and sorrow
Wil
ich han um disen werden recken. shall
I have because of this fair knight.
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