Afraid of me ?...sure,
ready is my defence.
His eyes are attracted by a stone
she wears on her right hand.
Wrapped in the dark
night, I am near you,
and you don't know it...
Wailing wind,
carry to him, mercifully, my sighs...

On the rosy wings of love,
go, pained sighs:
go to alleviate the sick mind
of the wretch that lies imprisoned...
Like a breeze of hope
linger in that room:
wake him up to remembrance,
to dreams of love!
Yet do not [bad word] reveal the woes of my heart!