Beloved eyes

Beloved eyes that inflame me

Why are you still pitiless?

May then shine, full of joy,

Your splendors, flames of hearts.

Vermillion mouth, which has for borders,

o marvels, pearls and rubies,

When laughing, when merciful,

Will you say "my beloved, I burn too"?

Believe my heart which always more strongly

Entrusts within me passion unto death,

Nor let there be those who try to make less ardent

My sighs, my suffering.

If I do not languish for you, my joy,

If I do not suffer I soon die,

But if I honor you, oh my treasure,

Your ruthlessness will change to pity.