Song—full of agony—full of sighs.
Move weeping now and watch that no one sees you as you go.
Giddap!—you hear him, in his clear voice say.
My horrid prison rings with my moan—my sighs …
Is this the pledge you gave to me?
My lovely beauty, though prey of cruel war
Cries not for hurt, but weeps to assuage the grief of her lost past liberty.
In order to capture their darlings, the lovers come armed.
Surrender, you beautiful things—don’t carry on war.
But who is flying this way?
Oh—love’s little angel, it is.
Love—it is! Laughing—who comes to those who have fallen in love.
She: Keep me now company.
I see folk pestilent—that I bear no torment.
Something or the other drives them from me here.
Paraphrased poetry
Song—full of agony—full of sighs. Move weeping now and watch that no one sees you as you go. Giddap!—you hear him, in his clear voice say. My horrid prison rings with my moan—my sighs … Is this the pledge you gave to me?
My lovely beauty, though prey of cruel war Cries not for hurt, but weeps to assuage the grief of her lost past liberty. In order to capture their darlings, the lovers come armed. Surrender, you beautiful things—don’t carry on war. But who is flying this way? Oh—love’s little angel, it is. Love—it is! Laughing—who comes to those who have fallen in love. She: Keep me now company. I see folk pestilent—that I bear no torment. Something or the other drives them from me here.