1. Your tenderness, sister of weeping and moaning,
The fruit of lovers' hopes from me,

2. Your tenderness, and conceal the talk of complaining,
And bring the talk of passion and yearning,

3. And let the spilling of tears cease,
And bring from love what you understand,

4. Do you cry over the hopes of youth
And the outpouring of my sad heart?

5. And these are the promises of tormenting hopes
And these are the witnesses of buried passion,

6. This beauty of yours, protect it,
And do not indulge excessively in weeping and moaning,

7. We the youth love beauty,
And crave lips and crave eyes,

8. We rave confusedly so that beauty may live
And it is sweet for us to see, infatuated,

9. Marvelous is this marvelous beauty,
And this sturdy, robust youth,

10. And these blushing, beautiful cheeks,
And these breasts and these eyes,

11. It is forbidden for you to melt its radiance
By venting complaints and shedding tears,

12. Gently, O guardian of delicate feeling,
Loyally kind to the wretched,

13. And stop blaming, for suffering
Makes tears overflow and stirs passions,

14. Do you not see me, stripped of vigor,
And sickness has wasted my sturdy being?

15. Do you not see me atop the bed
A ruin toyed with by death?

16. And here before you is my sick body
Collapsing and worn by years,

17. And here are the boils of generous youth
Shedding my blood for those who spill it,

18. A courtesan’s life is lasting torment,
Great passion and buried malice,

19. And killing nights by shedding priceless tears
To bring to life the handsome one and hot tears,

20. And this is my life, so stop blaming
And be my loyal, trustworthy friend,

21. Wondrous one, O daughter of mystery,
Sorrows have increased and passions multiplied,

22. Wondrous one, I came to forget my life,
The life of sorrows that you shed tears over,

23. So here my feelings toward life increased,
Hopes were dashed and conjectures foiled,

24. Wondrous one, be as I desired you,
The girl of fantasy, the girl of arts,

25. And keep the time for true talk,
Talk of sickness that breaks the buried,

26. And say that you are the symbol of beauty,
And the symbol of perfection and the symbol of deadly charms,

27. And do not mention to me the boils of youth,
Sick youth, disgraced youth,

28. Wondrous one, you at whom the great ones raved,
And the youths craved,

29. Are you the sickly daughter of the sick
At whom we hurry haltingly?

30. And alas for the madness of youth,
And woe for the youth of madness!