I live, I die; I'm on fire and I drown

I live, I die; I'm on fire and I drown;

I'm freezing while I feel extremely hot;

living, to me, is too hard and too soft,

a bitter pill, with wine to wash it down.

I simultaneously laugh and cry;

I suffer many torments in my pleasure;

my happiness departs, yet lasts forever;

my leaves grow green and at the same time dry.

Thus fickle Eros flings me here and there:

just when it seems I'm sunk in tribulations,

they suddenly dissolve into thin air;

and just as I'm sure my joy has firm foundations

and stretches to the heavens, that is when

I'm plunged back into misery again.