1. Your echoes, O most sublime, melted my sadness
And I smelled my torment and the nightingale of my thoughts

2. Yet I still, with love as my ally
Defend them from me with my patience and my poems

3. If they increase upon me with slander and excess
And my dagger, spear, and sword do not avail me

4. I will invade them with my eyelashes and my tears
And with my soul with the sword, torrent, and fire