Ah, what an odor of goodness

Ah, what an odor of goodness when you pass by,

More plentiful than a flowering summer!

You believe then

That one look suffices for someone who is in love

To calm his longings?

On the contrary, with what hunger

I walk behind you!

But, the more I come near to you,

The more my stomach stretches itself...

If you knew how the desire which you awake stings,

Certainly you would have more pity!

Lady, pardon the trouble,

But in order to adore you,

I remain thus fasting!