My heart you who love this woman
You who causes my loses and bores and alarms me
You whose beats damage my chest
Think of body which encloses you.

How must more must I bear this flame
That burns in front of you oh beautiful lady
Your weakness is the simple origin of it
And the only result will be my ruin.

Spare me from falling into such a drama
You can hold the oar of my life
Do not make me a divine woman
She's just a male deformation.

I have before you, offered my soul
But after love I found myself on fire
So will you be that feminine star
Who will cover my grave in muslin.

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