Sweet, lovely lady
    for god's sake do not think
    that any has sovereignty
    over my heart, but you alone.

    For always, without treachery
    Cherished
    Have I you, and humbly
    All the days of my life
    Served
    Without base thoughts.
    Alas, I am left begging
    For hope and relief;
    For my joy is at its end
    Without [bad word] 

    Sweet, lovely lady....

    But your sweet mastery
    Masters
    My heart so harshly,
    Tormenting it
    And binding
    In unbearable love,
    [My heart] desires nothing
    but to be in your power.
    And still, your own heart
    renders it no relief.

    Sweet, lovely lady....

    And since my malady
    Will not
    Be annulled
    Without you, Sweet Enemy,
    Who takes
    Delight of my torment
    With clasped hands I beseech
    Your heart, that forgets me,
    That it mercifully kill me
    For too long have I languished.