Chramer, Gip Die Varwe Mir

Merchant, give me the colors
That make my cheeks red
So that I, the young man
Can, through the power of love, need her
Look at me
Young man!
Let me please you!

Love, virtuous man
Loving women!
Love raises your spirits
And lets you shine in high honor
Look at me
Young man!
Let me please you!

Blessed are you, worthy one, for being
So rich in joy!
I will be your servant
Through your love, always faithfully
Look at me
Young man!
Let me please you!