I love to send this sad thought
of fate's unfairness into oblivion,
forgetting as it had never occurred
and troubled me in the tenderest years;
could I really forget all the wrath
which I had to face holding back tears?
A lost youth can't be replaced...
one looks back and realizes its dimension.
Were others more deserving than I?
My glances showed no envy, but desire was way too intense
to find happiness or even a little joy,
and delight in someone's loving smile;
why did fate continuously deny me
to exult love in its splendid ways with an amorous sentence?