Turn away your eyes from mine,
O my life and consolation!
Wherefore fill me with such passion?
For your eyes, O lady bright,
Lady of all loveliness,
for one minute of delight
give a thousand years' distress —
I fear to have no happiness.
Sweet, ne'er eye me in that fashion,
Wherefore fill me with such passion?
Gil Vicente [called the Troubadour] (c. 1465 – c. 1536) Portugal
Translated by George Young
Source: Portugal, an anthology, by George Young, The Clarendon Press, 1916
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