Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly; Their beauty shakes me who was once serene; Straight though my heart the wound is quick and keen.
Only your word will heal the injury To my hurt heart, while yet the wound is clean--- Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly; Their beauty shakes me who wad once serene.
Upon my word, I tell you faithfully Through life and after death you are my queen; For with my death the whole truth shall be seen. Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly; Their beauty shakes me who was once serene, Straight though my heart the wound is quick and keen.