Oh beautiful nests of love,
 Eyes so dear to me,
 That were not miserly to me with your good-will,
 Now that I am deprived
 Of that smile of yours,
 Of that paradise of mine,
 Without any more desire
 I see my days fly by,
 And in my fate so cruel
 Every day I have more death
 And yet I cannot... I cannot die! 
 
 No longer has the sun rays,
 The firmament stars,
 The field does not have violets,
 Nor has the wind sighs, now that,
 to increase the pain of my lost blessing,
 Which keeps me so crushed,
 Even that leaves me,
 With which at least I fed my heart,
 The merciful hope which comes even to the wretched,
 So that his sorrow will be less cruel to him!