Lady of beautyness
for whom I hope be lost,
What I do to heal myself
of this disease that lasts so much?

Your sight caused me
a pain which you think not,
that if you do not heal me,
I will die wretched.

I think it should be better
I was die when I was born,
that not I would always say:
"For overcome you I overcame myself."

And if your beauty
always tries to lose me,
I won’t be able to heal myself
of this disease that lasts so much

That if your beauty
want to lose me totally,
sad, I can not to heal myself
of this disease that lasts so much.