Do you know this maiden?
I see her in the mirror everyday.
She looks at me,
With eyes as black as coal.
Her face looks familiar,
But I don't remember why.

Her eyebrows are arched,
And her lips are crimson.
Her nose is slightly pointed,
And her hair is dark brown.

I wonder what the colour of her heart is,
And I wonder what she hides in it.
I fear it is black,
For she is a maiden cruel.
Cruel for she abandons me,
And stabs me in a way very brutal.