(from Oelse near Loebau)
Translated by H. Melvin Symmank

'It is on you to see, beautiful young girl,
Your sorrows are not small'

'As your cheeks have become pale,
Their color is completely gone.'

'You also have no more a beautiful red appearance,
As usual for a young mother.'

'Do you truly have regret because of me, young girl,
Turning on to young mother?'

"And have I because of you regret or not,
About to mother I care not."

"What is for me much more dear of my beloved,
Than of my old dear mother'"

"What for me is much more dear of my beloved,
Than my two brothers."