Three days have now passed while I’ve been starved
Of your sweet glance, and I feel like a child
Whom his nurse has left, which cries and trembles
In its cradle from the hunger which consumes it.
 
Since my eyes have not seen yours, so beloved,
Which collect together in one look my life and my death,
You ought at least to write to me, I think;
But you have a heart like a sealed rock.
 
Proud, ungrateful beauty, too vain and conceited,
Your harsh spirit has no pity on my love,
Nor on my pale colour, withered like the grass.
 
If I am two hours at a stretch without seeing you,
By actual experience I feel just what the proverb says,
 “The lover forced to wait becomes old in a day”.