Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
To me the Muses truly gave / An envied and a happy lot: / E'en when I lie within the grave, / I cannot, shall not, be forgot.
Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.
I know not what to do, my mind is divided
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.