When death comes to
Me, with a joyful
Heaviness like a great
Grief, the spirit of
Love invites me? Why
Invite my heart to
Love? Leave it,
It’s full of pain
And everywhere sighs are
A prison. Almost, even
Mercy could not
Respond. Virtue stripped,
I’m breathlessly, almost conquered;
Songs, pleasure and benign
Laughter, to me are
Pain and sighing; look
At me and see,
Death in my eyes
Has risen. Love, that
Is born of similar
Pleasures, in my heart
Rests, forms desire into
A new person, but
Makes virtue fall from
Sight; if love already
Doesn’t dare to feel,
How do I serve this guide:
Why does love reason
With me? I think,
Only to see me
Ask mercy from death,
And every pain added.
Also, no one ever
Said death in my
Heart is a hurt
Heart, that goes around
Cruelly talking about
Love, that increases my
Worries, breathlessly, there where
I lost all courage.
At that accursed point,
Love was born in
Like manner, that,
My proud life was
So, pleasing to him.
