I told you, friend: beware of beauty!
I knew, my friend: it’s not for good.
But now to be with her-your duty
And in her will your heart and mood.
Now you can’t see all girls and ladies
Who’s following you everywhere,
Who talked to you in light spring alleys
Who earlier was your clean air.
My friend, the love is not a vice
But if one day she’ll leave you, dear,
It shouldn’t be a big surprise-
The beauty won’t be always near.