Du hast Diamanten und Perlen

You've pearls and you've diamonds, my dearest,
You've all that most mortals revere;
And oh, your blue eyes are the fairest —
What else could you ask for, my dear?

Upon those blue eyes, my dearest,
I've written for many a year
A host of immortal poems —
What else could you ask for, my dear?

And with those blue eyes, my dearest,
You wrought a bright torture here,
And lightly you led me to ruin —
What else could you ask for, my dear?