THE SECRET

 

Before the daybreak,

towards the beloved of my heart,

I languish with the love

that carries the secret of my soul?

To what discreet heart

can I confide?

If not to your heart,

my beautiful beloved.

Desire always invades me,

it pierces my heart that melts,

if I tell my secret to the birds,

they will tell it to the breeze.

A shiver slides on your neck

and freezes your open lip,

if I tell it to the nightingale,

it will tell it to the rose.

I bend like a reed

and your beauty leans withered,

you see my hope,

it can break the mountains.

Because I languish with love,

you who see that I swoon, 

go from this abode

to the beloved of my soul.