I cannot sleep at night.
When my tired eyes
have barely closed, her youth
appears to me in dreams.

A naked girl, fair and slim,
wild lust bright in her eyes:
Her body blossoms like springtime,
her breasts bud like flowers.

She leans over me with a high laugh,
I hear her laughter echo; so sweet
and so full of scorn,
thrilling all the hollow silence.

Oh, how wildly she mocks me!
Her body blossoms so like springtime,
a young, young, young girl.
I cannot sleep at night, I cannot.