The lion disputes the being of its affections,

it takes the better chance of its unquiet rivals,

and it wins them finally — being happy spouse.

It is not same to the man when he loves,

because whenever the love his chest inflames,

he lives faithful until the death.

To us the love sometimes gives affections,

inebriation of heady wines,

that immerses the mind in rosy oceans...

Other times, however, fatal poison

infiltrates in the living that it was suave,

turning it atrocious thirst of disappointments.

And unexpected luck offer us to the sight

the line of the pleasure that our soul looks,

while we move along the life...

And the flower that smiled us pure and lush,

by hand that should be kind to it,

sometimes, it is faded and even wound!

Your age only has incantations

runs so, as they run soft rivers,

in Spring and in limpid sands,

among florid cliffs, cantative,

Your juvenile days you enjoy them before

that ends the Spring and come floods.

Your age is nest of hopes.

Birds of love sing in the treetop twigs,

that your glance searches in the landscapes.

Don't stop enjoying any delights —

love them and always enjoy them, one by one,

because delights they are like mirages.

Cover that your darling of pure affection.

The sincere love is as the honey of the Hymetus,

for who loves and to be loved knows.

The love in the youth is like dawn

of Spring adorning Flora.

Last long your dawn and don't finish.

Full of lights your glance splendors

perceive besides the fulgent whiteness

of that which smiles to you — sweet luck.

Are the flowers eternal? Consider

that there is night and there is day, Winter and Spring.

We would like that this was eternal.

To walk always in velvet highway,

always seeing the sun in rutilant dawn,

the life would be eternally good.

However everything finishes! Atrocious contrast!

The flower loses its vigour and it hangs in the stem

and the wind takes it as worthless thing.

In the Winter, the innocent mute birds

they are in atony, like Judas

was for the remorse of his crime.

Love this your living, enjoy the life,

decant the illusions with that you are blissful

while the youth makes it sublime.

Be in the love as the lion, sincere.

For the rivals you be a Homer,

defeating enemies, strong and daring.

As the lion for its rivals! Surround

of love your sweetheart. You will have fertile life

in everything that is by all aspired.