1. Where the water of youth flows in its valleys
It does not flow and its fire is not kindled

2. I did not fear a snake crawling on my cheek
Nor a scorpion creeping on it

3. I died of anguish in the softness of my confinement
My wish in roses and roses ravaged

4. He who does not love me said what he does not love
And the talk of the hated one is hatred and lies

5. And for my present he has a tongue but I have not
O people I am for what my heart said

6. I owe him gratitude as he thought
But I have anger and reproach for him

7. He came to me sick and most difficult
What he came to say was I came to cure you