Love, whoever said that heaven was your father, 
And that sweet Venus bore you in her womb,
He lied shamelessly: a bear aborted you,
If a bear would want to be called mother of such  son.

The cruellest wild beast from the plains of Massilia [Marseilles]
Gave you milk in a rocky den amidst her cubs,
And pulling at  her breasts, through her milk injected you 
All around yourself with her proudest passion.

Nothing pleases you, cruel one, but sobs and tears, 
But tearing our hearts with grief’s thorns,  
But shooting from your quiver a thousand death-blows all at once.

None so wicked as you ever came from heaven; 
If Venus had conceived you, you would have retained
Some small part of the sweetness of so sweet a mother.