Wherefore my sorrow?
My lips they asked my eyes today
“Say, eyes, wherefore your tears?”
They did not know, they could not say
So then I asked my ears.
My ears told me they missed a voice
I’d lately left behind,
That always caused them to rejoice
“What voice?” I asked my mind.
My mind in melancholy, caught
Stirred weakly to take part
And offered up one fearful thought
“I cannot find my heart.”
“And when I see her once again?”
My soul, with gentle hope
My eyes replied “It will be then
That our weeping may stop.”
My ears replied “Once we have heard,
Her voice -- that lovely sound --,
My mind will be again alert
When I my heart have found.”
Tis thus I come to you, my love,
To ask you: “Be my bride?”
For nothing on this Earth can move
My heart from by your side.