Lady, I give to you without taking back
My heart, thought, desire,
Body and love,
As the best of all
That any could choose
Or who can have lived or died
To this day.

So I need not turn to folly
If I adore you,
For without a lie
You surpass goodness in worth,
And In sweet perfume [you surpass] every flower
that can be smelled.
Your beauty makes all others
Dry up and extinguishes them,
And your sweetness
Surpasses all [sweetness]; I must maintain
You are a rose by your complexion,
And your glance can cure
Every pain.

Lady, I give to you without taking back
My heart, thought, desire,
Body and love,
As the best of all
That any could choose
Or who can have lived or died
To this day.

Therefore, my lady, I offer myself
To serve you
With absolutely all my strength,
And place – this is no rogue’s trick –
My heart, my life and my honour
At your pleasure.
And if Pity wishes to allow
That you deign to hear me
In my complaint,
I do not ask from my effort
To deserve anything else,
For there could come to me no
Greater joy.

Lady, I give to you without taking back
My heart, thought, desire,
Body and love,
As the best of all
That any could choose
Or who can have lived or died
To this day.

Lady, where my every refuge is,
Often I am in loneliness
To weep and groan,
And when you are present I grow pale
Since you do not realise the passion
That I must endure
For you whom I love so much and desire
That I can no longer hide it.
And if you have no
Tenderness for it, in great sadness
It is finished for me.
Nevertheless, until death
I remain yours.

Lady, I give to you without taking back
My heart, thought, desire,
Body and love,
As the best of all
That any could choose
Or who can have lived or died
To this day.