1. My heart flutters for you,

    and my tears never run dry.

  2. And you, O light of my eyes,

    make light of my burning anguish.

  3. Long yearning has wasted me away,

    and love is a wasting disease.

  4. So have mercy—may I be your ransom—on an ardent lover

    who hastens to meet you.

Sol 5.6