Alas, I would never have thought
O Lady who cause my pining,
To see my service recompensed in this way
With severity,
So that instead of helping me 
Your cruelty has made me die.

If, all lively, I had perceived
When first I saw you
The ill that I have since received
From loving too loyally,
My heart, which has lived openly,
Would not have been so quickly overcome.

But you made a promise with your eyes,
Which by themselves had just deceived me,
To give me still better
Than my heart could have hoped to have;
Then, as if jealous of my fortune,
They transformed my pleasure into nothing.

As soon as I saw their beauty,
Love forced me through desire
To subject my loyalty
To do what their pleasure demanded,
Then he Love shot with that look
His first dart into my heart.

It was, my lady, your fair welcome
Which, to make me fortunate,
Opened for me, with the key of your eye,
The paradise of lovers;
Made a slave in so fine a place,
From being a man I became a god.

So much so that, no longer being mine
But belonging to the eye which wounded it
My heart I left as pledge 
Of my fidelity to my conqueror,
Where it is so gently in bondage
That any other freedom would displease it;

And although it suffers day and night
Many a lover's setback,
The most cruel of its trials
Seems to it bliss,
And it could never wish
For another's eye to make it unhappy.

 ... 

My song, the stars will
Light the night without the heavens,
And the winds will stop
Storming over the sea, quicker
Than the cruelty of your eyes
Can lessen my loyalty.