1. As if from extreme youth I'm a lover
Who fears for himself a reproacher so he conceals

2. If he who I can't forget returns to me he'll find
Nothing but tears he didn't know from where they dripped

3. And he knows that I stand completely whenever
I yearn for the memory of the beloved and sigh

4. Like the wind, if it blows you hear its gust
But no seer sees it when it blows past