(Minnesinger):
Thou art fair, thou art my exalted queen
The day hath passed that thee I have seen
And now I long for the sweet lips of
thine
Eyes as the moonshine's hue
Rose petals would I strew
Verses I gifted from the deepest heart of
mine
But beyond reach art thee sempiternally in thy tower
Pious wish I impart
That struck me within my heart
And since that moment I curse every passing hour
(Elven Maiden):
Tell me, why am I alone in this world so dour
Seek for the one who no longer hath me confined
From his deepest soul hath me enshrined
And desires me with courtly love in every passing hour
(Minnesinger):
I have need, thou hast splendor
My hands are not tender
For the world is anything but a
garden
Where many flowers bloom
Roses, violets decorate my doom
And so need I wait for the last day's
pardon
Hot tears from my eyes as I gaze on thy tower
Alas, what hath transpired
Since I had thee admired
For all time I curse every passing hour
