Lover's Delight

Who has a lover, the heart is indescribably happy.

This man lives a life of great joy!

His life was like that of a count and a prince.

He was not so happy to stay in the lofty imperial city.

In his opinion, his joy

a rare treasure.

Even when he was poor

he felt as if he were the richest of men.

Whether the earth stands still or runs.

Whether all things are under his feet or over his head

He can be indifferent to this

He can be indifferent to this!

He can "spit" in the face of a storm.

Who dares to rage at him?

At most, the breeze would come at him.

Or let the rain wet his lapel.

Sorrow, anxiety, and misery he considered mere mockery.

He felt that he was joyful and free.

He sang Dulli jubilo with all his heart

satisfied with God beyond words.

Hot blood rushed through his veins.

He was unrestrained and pure and fresh.

He was very healthy, like a fish.

swimming in the heart of a crystal-clear pool.

He ate well; he slept well.

With a drifting thought.

He dreamed that he was in a happy land

He dreamed that he was in happy land and that he was with his Eve.

The man swam in the sea of joy.

His thoughts and emotions were so cheerful.

The lover and he kissed frequently.

And he sings and gushes about it.

Aha! What will I sing to the wind?

Can I not find myself a beautiful woman?

Well, Eve, Eve, come quickly.

Come, come, come, come and be my bride!