Heavens, stars, deities, 
now the colors of the Aurora dissolve 
so that the woman who equals the glories 
of the heavens, stars, and deities, 
her beauty and noble factions with mellifluous [bad word] like feathers, 
I may paint and of whom I may sing. 
Wondrous tresses which are the cause of spirits' misfortune, more than woolen yarn 
you entangle hearts although it is naught  [bad word] to their treasures. 
Lustful eyes never tired of wounding 
like sapphires with beauteous fires of other harmonies 
they shall be small heavens and blaze eternally. 
Diffuse beauty spot on the left cheek, 
later it is reproduced 
reposing after having transformed 
a candid and intact visage 
in one exceedingly beautiful point 
where nature was detained. 
Of the lips and mouth 
which would humble the Eritreans, 
would that I could speak, 
but what can be said, I do not indeed know 
which are more beautiful 
whether the pearls of her mouth 
or the pearls of her [bad word]  
Bewitching chains, adorable pride, 
utmost placid disdain, honest glances, 
the softest flames and sweetest deaths, 
in every act she remains distant 
with her majestic gait, imperious 
from the thrones of power and passion, 
she can oppress souls and trample hearts. 
But of the mind and of the hand 
who can sing the sufficient praise? 
The one learned, the other skilful, 
writing letters and grasping the pen. 
It may be, it will be, in peace as in war, 
one SOFIA is worth two minervas on land. 
But where your flight unfolds, 
if you are not a novice eagle feather, 
conserve the hearts with more lively and lofty 
colors than their portrait on paper.