Circa mea pectora

About my heart
there are many sighs
because of your beauty,
which hurt me miserably.

Send joy,
Send joy,
my companion
comes not.

Your eyes shine
like the rays of the sun,
like the splendor of lightning
bringing light to darkness.

Send joy,
Send joy,
my companion
comes not.

May God wish, may the gods wish
what I have in mind:
that I might undo
the chains of her virginity.

Send joy,
Send joy,
my companion
comes not.