This love, this burning
That consumes me and burns my chest
A burning, a cure
And that fills me with suspicion
This love, this anxiety
/>What flattery is hidden in my breast
A lord is a tyrant
And that fills me with poison
This love, this hope
If it were not for my desire
It is a fear that keeps me
Of myself in proud oblivion
This love this joy
For which I cry and sigh
A pain a boredom
And what my martyrdom increases
This love this death
So I live in a beautiful face
It is such a strong horror
It torments the engraved heart
This love this game
That lovers like so much
It's an illness, a fiery stream
That disturbs all my peace
This love of which he speaks
For him I am close to hell
A fury, a great worm
And that gnaws at the heart forever
So lovers, let's flee too
This fever, this light
What with tears and pain
Prodigal love has always been.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI