Never in her chest the pain found den,

it never existed for her the sad winter;

she was a lily soul and in her life

flowered mother's love — sincere and tender.

However, in the breast, one day, concealed,

she felt the most awful pain of the Avernus.

Then, sad, poor!, upset,

she went to seek comfort in the Falernian.

And she, that was formerly an opulent person,

she is always cursing the cruel pain today

that of the existence changed her the trail.

And nothing exists now that recovers

her unhappy soul, gloomy and noble,