(stanza 1)

Where have you hidden
Beloved, and left me moaning?
You fled like the stag
After wounding me;
I went out calling you, but you were gone.

(stanza 9)

Why, since you wounded
this heart, don’t you heal it?
And why, since you stole it from me,
do you leave it so,
and fail to carry off what you have stolen?