Of everything, I will be attentive to my love before And with such zeal, and always, and so much That even in the face of His greatest charm my thought is more enchanted I want to live it in every empty moment And in his praise I will spread my song And laugh my laughter and spill my tears To your grief or your contentment And so when later look for me Who knows death, anguish of those who live Who knows loneliness, end of those who love I can tell you of the love (that I had): That do not be immortal, since it is a flame But let it be infinite while it lasts