Alas for me, I tumble down, alas for me, my foot slips again just as it did before. and my lost and withering hope must I once again water with fresh tears.
Of this old passion I again feel in my heart, now that a beautiful face has broken, as well as the loved glances the hard enamel of these icy thoughts with which I, the unfortunate have armed myself.
I was fool enough to think I should have a sure shield against the naked archer. and yet I who am so warrior-like, what a coward I am I will not endure the enticing blow of a single glance.
O immortal champion I am angry how so weak You are fleeing; like an enchanted man who has lost his way in glass armour, you have led me disloyal one against a sword made of hard diamond.
How powerfully punishes tyrannous love the daring of a rebellious soul, a kind word. a serene face, a charming wonderment can tie again a liberated heart.
Eyes, beauteous eyes if for you virtue has always been fair, and mercy true Oh, do not deny me the glance and the laughter; so that my prison on such a beautiful ground should become a paradise.