1. You are not Antonio, but you are a nightingale
These are Antonio's warblings

2. You are not Antonio, but you are an enchantress
In her magic is love, inspiration and generosity

3. You have two spells in a voice and in an eyelash
And my heart is baptized in your magic

4. The spell of your voice built melodies that intoxicate it
And the spell of your glance is a sword in it submerged

5. Not every spell when it appears appeals to it
But your spell is beloved and worshipped

6. If you sang one day, it would become saturated
From the splendor of art, the flute and the lute

7. Or you said, "O neighbor of the valley," the rock sways
From its echo and the trunks shook for it

8. You are the one who, if you sang, enchanted
You are the one by whom the plateau became confused