Young beauties, enflamed by Love, 
young beauties, listen to me. 
Fear to abandon your soul 
to the god whose law you follow. 
Source of joy and sorrow,
he's an ungrateful child 
and you need a bit of skill 
to bind him while bending before him. 

For you, love is business. 
For a man, love is pleasure.
He's jealous by nature, 
but flighty by desire. 
Imitate him when he flies off. 
When he gets annoyed, flee him: 
He'll be back after her idol 
as soon as he has to conquer her. 

Often, more in love than anything, 
a lover upsets us innocently. 
He sees our tears without understanding them 
and hurts us more with his apologies. 
Don't arm yourself 
with false delicacy. 
After all, a bit of awkwardness 
doesn't prevent someone from loving truly. 

Above all, show with finesse 
a spirit made for commitment. 
Man is unfair in his weakness.
You have to know how to manage him. 
Pretend that you learn everything from him. 
He likes to parade his wisdom. 
You'll see that he will be more tender
the more you let him show it off. 

Never cry for a fickle man 
or try to insult him: 
only by showing courage 
can a woman avenge herself. 
Stay away from the guilty one, though, 
for your fires could spring back to life. 
The men we have to stop loving 
are always so lovable! 

When time, the fearful reaper, 
comes to harvest your charms, 
let a more loving spirit make him
forget that your cheeks are a little less fresh. 
We attract them with our figures, 
we keep them with our spirits, 
and the spirit is an adornment 
that never fades with time.