Oh, my Theresa dear!
Thine eyes I greatly fear
⁠Can through the bandage see!
Although thine eyes are bound,
By thee I'm quickly found,
⁠And wherefore shouldst thou catch but me.

​Ere long thou held'st me fast,
With arms around me cast,
⁠Upon thy breast I fell;
Scarce was thy bandage gone,
When all my joy was flown,
⁠Thou coldly didst the blind repel.

He groped on every side,
His limbs he sorely tried,
⁠While scoffs arose all round;
If thou no love wilt give,
In sadness I shall live,
⁠As if mine eyes remained still bound.