1. O heartless one, sweet words are not his goal
O slumbering eyelids, pity his yearning soul

2. Does not a loyal youth in you stir compassion
Whose affection tomorrow will honestly fashion

3. You resemble Joseph in beauty, and lover of yours
Is imprisoned, though guiltless, in pitiless towers

4. They blame him, not knowing who makes him despair
Only seeing him gloomy and filled with dark care

5. To be spoken to by you is the joy he'd implore
Just to see you, though you say to him nothing more