1. If your glance were my sword's sheath
I would seek revenge on the vicissitudes of fate

2. If your smile directed my determination
I would withstand the days' misfortunes alone

3. Then I would meet the nights' aggression
With confidence, and your love's army is my army

4. But you and the days are an army
Against the reneging allies, I stand alone

5. My excuse for passion and vowing has cast me
Their obstinacy upon rapture and affection

6. He spent the night wrapped in a cheeky grin
On a throat, smiling with a necklace

7. I block his cowardice and he blocks me
So I do not cease from overwhelming sorrows

8. And I complain of what I have endured to one
Whose eyes do not help or reciprocate

9. When will I hope for truce with the nights
Such is my stance with those dear to me

10. And if I meet what I meet
With Almighty God, I attain any glory