Song one:

Passion, O thy untamable essence, take a hold on me and never let me go.

Let me sit tenderly beside you and melt into your beautiful eyes

Let me stare at you, and touch you, and hold you as though you were a woman.

Song two:

Passion, I beg of you: take me through the desert and out to the other side.

The desert is too hot, the desert it burns.

I am forever a traitor and a pleaser of the senses.

Song three:

Let me not know the hour of my death, but let me live on! And let it be with a fine lady.

Now when the Lord has led me to this abundant fig tree, let me not eat too little of its fruits. Soon pain will come regardless.