Fire

First love is like playing with fire:
A glow with pain and glory.
Tell me, my dear first love,
Whether I'm burned into your heart.

The fire in your body,
The glory of your touch:
O my dear first love,
Never, never leave my heart!

Although the fire is faraway,
The pain is always near.
My dear first love, please listen to me:
I hold you in my heart.