A poor young shepherd : I am afraid of a kiss

I’m afraid of a kiss
Like the kiss of a bee.
I suffer like this
And wake endlessly.
I’m afraid of a kiss!

Yet I love Kate
And her sweet gaze.
She’s delicate
With a long pale face.
Oh! How I love Kate!

It’s Saint Valentine’s Day!
I must, I don’t dare
Tomorrow, they say ...
It’s a dreadful affair
Is Saint Valentine’s Day!

She’s promised to me,
Fortuitously!
But the difficulty
For a lover, poor he,
With his darling to be!

I’m afraid of a kiss
Like the kiss of a bee.
I suffer like this
And wake endlessly.
I’m afraid of a kiss!