Sweet mistress, touch –
To soothe my ills – 
My lips with your mouth,
Redder than coral;
Clasped in soft bonds
Hold my neck in your embrace.

Then, your face pressed to mine,
Look into my eyes
That the wound you gave me might pass
Into my careworn heart
Which lives only
On love and on your name.

I saw it proud and brave
Before your beauty
Softly conquered it
To be your slave,
But its pain makes it very happy
As long as it dies your own.

Fair one through whom I give
My eyes such trouble,
Kiss me, my darling,
Kiss me again a hundred times;
What? Must I lie in vain
Upon your breast?

Mistress, I have no charge
To seek to wake you,
Happy when I watch
Your fair eyes sleeping,
And happy when I see them
Asleep upon me.

Would you like me to kiss them
To open them?
Ah, you are being mischievous
To make me die;
I am dying in your arms
And yet you do not care!

Ah, my dear enemy,
If you want to calm me
Give me back my life
Through the spirit of a kiss,
Oh, I felt its sweetness
Go right to my heart.

It’s a sweet madness
Which sweetly stabs us,
When with shared courage
We make love continuously;
Happy will be the day
When I shall die of love!