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A. 166. The Youth is at Fault

mersiowsky - 6-16-2014 at 07:25 PM

(from Bloesau)
Translated by H. Melvin Symmank

'The darkness, darkness is so great,
My dear one is not here,
And if he were here ten times,
What help would it all be for me?'

'He truly had my love for a little while,
I would not like another,
One thing alone I request of you dear one,
Do not forget me.'

"I forget you, my young girl,
So have only patience.
Only consider our youth,
The youth carries the blame."

"The rabbits spring back and forth,
One chases the rabbits away.
Thus it is also with the young girl,
One loves her fresh from spot."

"And when she becomes old,
Not any would like her.
You take her to you, I would like her not,
One guy to another spoke."

"The rich rejoices one about the money.
The poor about their situation."
'And if I do not get a young one,
Another one I would not like.'