English Rendering
In nuptial chamber first I saw your face,
I thought we should forever share the place.
The short-lived joy of love,who would believe?
Soon turned into parting grief.
Now late spring has grown old and soon takes leave,
I see a riot of catkins and flowers
Fallen in showers.
I am afraid all the fine scenery
Would go away with thee.
Whom may I tell my solitude?
Thou oft makest light of promise thou hast made.
Had I known the ennui is so hard to elude,
I would then have thee stayed.
What I can't bear to think,thy gallantry apart,
Is something else in thee which captivates my heart.
If one day I don't think of it,
A thousand times my brows would knit.
