Jârlanc wants diu linde
Vom winde velwen
Diu in front of the forest
Ze balde kan selwen
Trûren ûf der heide< br/>Suffering is a shame
Sweet you love me
The senses are troubled
I don't send wounds
Bound ze worries
Diu mouz I from debts
Nu endure hidden
DÃÂu with spilnden ougen
Vil tougen me sêret
DÃÂu hât mîn leit niuwe
With riuwe gemêret
Grace, frouwe, pure
You mean me poor
Lâ die mî nen pain
Have mercy from the heart
Mîn gemüte unbind
Thread of suffering
ûz der love fiure
Dîn divorce me
Jârlanc wants you linde