What is worth the life to who lengthen the plan

of the unhappy ones, of the abandoned ones?

It cannot delight me your grace,

nor they can distract me your pleasures.

Loving you so much is my atrocious misfortune

that has sourness of the more black sins.

My comfort is that this life passes

and with it there goes our tediousness.

But lived I with you — both very close,

I enjoying your favours, your affections,

and being lucky as you are, to have equal destiny!

This way I wanted eternal life,

permanent, happy — unalterable life.