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TRANSLATION 
1 “Nightingale singing wildly, 
Sovereign of love’s sweet land. 
Now do my bidding: 
Carry this letter swiftly 
To Isabel’s hand, 
To her I love dearly.” 
2 “She whom you love so dearly 
Is to me quite unknown.” 
“Wing your way lightly 
From meadow to green meadow. 
There you’ll find dreaming 
My darling in the shadow.” 
3 “Greetings to you, fair lady! 
Greetings to you I bring, 
To you Isabel, 
Whose true-love is a-pining 
For want of your love, 
Who should love him so well.” 
4 “My love is given wisely 
And nevermore too well. 
Lest too much loving 
Should some day cause me grieving. 
I’ll remain so free 
Till my true love marry me.” 
5 Young men are full of longing, 
Young maids are full of pride, 
Love words are sweet, 
But my true love must come 
And promise me 
To take me for his loving bride. 
