For the glory of adoring you For the glory of adoring you I want to love you, O dear eyes [literally lights]. Loving I will suffer, But always I will love you, Yes, yes, in my suffering, I will suffer, I will love you, Dear eyes.
Without hope of delight, Vain affection It is to sigh, But your sweet rays Who could ever gaze upon And not, and not love you? I will suffer, I will love you, Dear eyes!