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 always fue.

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