Translation:

Don’t you say a word. You say I own you, but really, what is it that I own? All I ever get to have is your body. You come to me for a little fun, and leave as soon as the night comes to its end. It ails me that I’m sought only when you’re in the mood to feel loved. At any other time my feelings seem to hold little — if any — importance.

Remain quiet. Grant me your silence at least until the break of dawn. I need time and silence for reflection in regards to our situation. I’m close to being brought to tears, and I’m afraid that if our situation is not resolved I will soon find myself begging for my own death.