O, those lovely brown eyes, O glances diverting
O, hot wishes, o tears expended
O, the long dark nights vainly endured
O, sparkling days, vainly returning.
O, deep sadness, o desires so obstinate
O, the time wasted, Oh lingering sorrows
O, a thousand deaths on a thousand tomorrows
O, the vile sins to count against my fate.
O, smile, oh face, hair, arms, hands and fingers
O, plaintive lute, violin, bow, the voice of singers
So many torches to cause a woman’s ardour.
From you comes sorrow, from many fires I smart
In so many places do you burn my heart
Just one spark from you will me devour.
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