I am jealous, but I don’t show it,
Maybe I fear spoiled relations,
So that with just one suspicious phrase
I don’t lose the gifts of fate.

In secret
She is getting ready for a date,
Not for nothing
She picked out her best clothes.
Does temptation really have such meaning
That one should start a fire of scandals?

I’ll get ahead of it. I’ll save the family —
I’ll share love with the rival.
I’ll bless the traitress,
Praise her for her charm:
Let her imagine him, but make love with me.