1. O you who sleeps in a cradle of my songs and tunes
Thus does my power infiltrate and my sorrow seduce you

2. Thus does what I resist fall into your eyes
You who bestow my tunes and whom art exhausts

3. You who inspired the tune in me
So in you I find my wish

4. I but fashion from your generosity a beggar and a supplicant
The charm of your eyes is but what enchants me

5. O you hopes which I worship in every hue
And you songs which a genius inspires

6. And which the poet melts in mellifluous voice
Whenever the lute takes flight with it and the singer interprets

7. A being with two fluttering wings pulsates
It crosses every heart and envelops every ear

8. Thus O naïve one, my beauty flows in your beauty
And thus does my power infiltrate and my sorrow seduce you