Sweet dreams of my first years
my heart intoxicates me with your memory;
in my torment, I hope in you only.

Nothing can banish you from my mind,
unknown object of my desires;
as you were for me then, I remember you
with your smile, with your languor.

Yes, my dear, I want to adore you always,
to always think of your beautiful glances,
to devote to you all my days.

When I first looked at your beautiful and chaste figure,
descended from heaven,
I was young and, alas, I did not think
that one day it would be too late to love you.

A quick flash swept your weak life away
and took it where one dies,
and I still call you.

I curse the moment when I saw you
as pure as a lily at dawn:
you flew to your shores,
and without you my heart dies.