Sing for me, O my friend,
My music will not come,
For Love that urges thee to sing
Has made me dumb.

Sing for us both, O friend,
How heavenly-sweet this night,
How white the land beneath the moon,
How deep, Delight!

Sing for me, O my friend.
Thy song from branch above
Shall add one rapture more to night,
One more to Love!