Raining violets down upon her sleeping eyes,
Is that sweet dream that hides behind my cries.
And since Amor takes my sails so suddenly,
As if my life is being taken away from me,
It seems that only a single spirit respectfully stays,
Here it remains for it speaks of her tender ways,
Of how she bade me strength in my solemn wish,
My courage is drained, and my face as pale as this;
My dove to save me, as I lift my eyes on her gaze,
My heart begins to tremble caught in loves blaze.
I'd tell her as soon as I imagine her miraculous beauty,
So quickly the desire to see her, powerfully seizes thee,
As swift, from my pulse my soul departs and flees,
To search for my angel, with caressing gentle pleas.