Bruscamente (brusquely)*                                                     ­                             
Cupid!   Wingèd cherub warrior
Pluck this arrow from my heart!
Pierce one more compliant with your
Sweet love potion’s little dart!

Pesante (sadly)                                                         ­                                       
Leave me empty in my sorrow
For my lover has betrothed
So at least, until tomorrow,
Every form of love is loath

Scherzando (playfully)                                                     ­                             

In the morning, I’ll endeavour
To uncover unpledged muse
Then your little bow and quiver
And your arrows I … could use

Semplicemente (plainly)                                                       ­                     

Sweet paradox – mocks tragedy
For love … is love’s sole remedy