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TRANSLATION 
1 Out there among the mountains 
I heard a maid weeping. 
Oh, ’tis the voice of my beloved, 
I must comfort her with my pleading. 
’Tis the voice of my beloved, 
I must comfort her with my pleas. 
2 “What saddens you, beloved? 
Why do you shed these tears?” 
“Ah, if I weep, it is through loving, | 
Loving you despite all my fears. J 
3 “Such love as ours, my darling, 
No one can e’er gainsay; 
His heart would be made of granite i ^is) 
Whose affections you could not sway. J 
4 “The sheep out in the meadows 
Are frightened by the wolf. 
“No more than you, my shepherdess,! (bis) 
Are haunted by the fear of love. 
5 “The lambs skip through the grasses. 
The butterfly here sways. 
Oh, would that we, my shepherdess, 
Could thus beguile the fleeting days!” 
