1. The guides of passion robbed my heart
So my joy turned into anguish

2. Their glance captivated me, so my heart
Became prey in the palms of an ardent lover

3. She seduced it willingly towards her and stretched out
From it the palm of passion to tighten the bond

4. Is it clear or turbid, more bitter or sweet
Mixing in me its sickness with confusion

5. No union or separation but
Sometimes contracting and sometimes expanding

6. I may say his union does not come from him
Repelled by my disdain, so my vigor comes alive

7. So I spend my time hoping and despairing
Of my beloved, and in contentment or displeasure

8. And when I cast him aside, but touch the Pleiades
Below him, or meet him on the path

9. And he clothed me in the garb of his love
From the sickness that loosened my bonds