Cupid, mischievous, capricious boy!
You asked me to give you shelter for a few hours.
But how many days and nights you have remained!
And now you've become imperious as if you were the master of the house!
I have been ousted from my broad bed;
I sit now upon the earth, passing my nights in torment;
in your audacity, you stoke flame upon flame in the hearth,
burning up my store for winter and singing me on the arm.
You have hidden and displaced my belongings;
I search and it's as if I've gone blind or insane.
You make such blundering noise that I fear that my little soul
will flee, and in order to escape you, will move out of the hut entirely!
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