1. He who I protect has lost me and reddened my cheeks
A blush for my beloved is a balm for my fever

2. Oh how I wish my fever for him were doubled
A day for a month so that God may grant him health

3. Then my sickness would transfer into my body
And God would make his recovery inevitable

4. I say to this sickness, how I have raved of you
It said to me, “I desire what you desire”

5. I swore to the sickness I would not remember it
But how can one forget what one cannot forget?