Look here who will see him

Look here who will see him,

Who will feel that he feels.

In these eyes what do you see?

What do you feel in this breast?

I see a young man

I feel a proud young man

who in me is vibrant now with flames now darts

who now smiles now weeps

now throbs, now pleases

now gives me pain.

What do you see? What do you feel?

I see a...

... gives me pain;

to whom never, never will be?

It is Cupid's arrow

which comes from the eyes to my heart

and for you, my dear friend,

plays tricks in my breast.