Sonet [English translation]

Whenever she is asleep, enjoying the quiet pleasures

Of the old garden, which vibrates full of flowers and nighttime,

Passing by her window, I am the wind,

And everything else is like a delicious breeze.

Whenever she is asleep and, without warning

She plunges into the great depths of oblivion...

I am the bee that stabs her with a burning

Stinger - fury and fire - right in her chest.

The one who was all magnificence, charm and beauty

And ethereal movement, turns into sorrow and cries.

While I, the source of her pain, turn my sweetness

Into soft delights full of sin

And Love - who has seen, with His eyes closed, the full battle -

Falls asleep with an enchanted smile.