O mirror

                           O mirror, O mirror

O mirror O mirror, tell me the truth

who is the most hideous being of all

see for nose and eyes and looks

discover the soul deeply wicked and crooked.

 

Not you my love, not for the love of soul

you are the prettiest of them all

why so gloom, why so harsh and grim

heart worries for my little green.

 

Sound your sleep and merrily play

mother won’t hurt you if you obey

discover the truth of your soul

you are the prettiest of all.

 

O mirror O mirror, tell me a truth

if I am a cher one, by the fate

why that beauty to the world, never suits

nothing I own except abuse and hate.

 

no, my love, that’s not only that you own

all kinds of affections, cherishing in many ways

has been given to you from thousands of fays

whose love and face has never been shown.

 

O mirror O mirror, so tell me the truth

why their souls cheer, and their hearts soothe

when they see me in blood and tears.

I am now sounding to death, good night my dear.