To the heart that suffers

To the heart that suffers, separated

Of yours, in exile where I see myself crying,

Simple and sacred affection is not enough

How do I protect myself from misfortunes?

It is not enough for me to know that I am loved,

I don't just want your love: I want

To hold your delicate body in my arms,

Having the sweetness of your kiss in my mouth.

And the righteous ambitions that consume me

I am not ashamed: for greater baseness

There is no need to exchange earth for heaven;

And most lifts a man's heart

To be a man always and, in the greatest purity,

Stay on earth and humanly love.