Ir wisen, mercken min gedicht Und laussen uech verdriessen niht, Ob ich ein wil von torheit sag
Godlike the man who
sits at her side, who
watches and catches
that laughter
which (softly) tears me
to tatters: nothing is
left of me, each time
I see her,
...tongue numbed; arms, legs
melting, on fire; drum
drumming in ears; head-
lights gone black.

Translated by Peter Whigham (1966)