Engl. Trans  Lauridsen  Ov'e lass, il bel viso?
aus: Sechs "Fire Songs",
(Text: Henricus Schaffen)

Alas, where is the beautiful face?
 Behold, it hides.
Woe is me, where is my sun?
Alas, what veil
Drapes itself and renders the heavens dark?
Woe is me, that I call and see it;
it doesn’t respond.
Oh, if your sails
have auspicious winds,
My dearest sweet,
and if you change your hair
And features late, if the Lord of Delos
Hides grace and valour
in your beautiful bosom,
Hear my sighs and give them place
To turn unjust disdain into love,
And may your pity conquer hardships.
See how I burn
and how I am consumed by fire;
What better reason, what greater sign
Than I, a temple of faithful life and love!