«I’m not that lover, filled with passion, — / That youth, who left the world amazed: / Alas, my spring and summer passed now, / And didn’t leave a single trace. / Cupid, the god of youth and love and virtue! / I used to be your steadfast servant; / Oh, if I could be reborn, — I...»
«— What’s new? “I tell you, nothing whatsoever.” / — Don’t fool with me: you’re hiding it, I know. / Oh, don’t you feel ashamed? you think you’re clever / To hide the news from me like from a foe? / Oh, tell me, brother, why? Inform me, I insist! / Don’t be so stubborn, ...»
«Today your gods do not deny you / These golden nights and golden days, / And gentle, fragile ladies eye you / With an attentive fervent gaze. / Play on, sing on, while you are blessed! / Squander away the fleeting night; / Through tears, I smile at the sight / Of your light-hearted hap...»
«My days still linger, slow and rough, / Each moment multiplies the sadness / Within the heart of hapless love / And drives my yearning into madness. / I’m silent; I don’t dare to breathe. / I weep, my tears are my salvation. / My soul, held captive in this grief, / In tears alone f...»