Que Fais-tu, Blanche Tourterelle?

Since yesterday I have been searching
in vain for my master!
Is he still at your place?
My lords Capulet?
Let's see if your worthy servants
this morning will dare
to reappear at my voice.
What are you doing, white dove,
In this nest of vultures?
One day, spreading your wings,
You will follow love!
Against vultures, battle is necessary,
To strike with thrust and cut,
Their beaks are sharp!
Leave these birds of prey,
Dove who finds joy
In lovers' kisses!
Take care of the beauty!
Who lives will see!
Your dove will escape you,
A wood pigeon, far from the green grove,
Attracted by love,
Around this wild nest
I believe, sighed!
The vultures are feasting,
Their songs, which Cytherea flees,
Resound loudly!
Meanwhile, in their sweet intoxication,
Lovers share their tenderness
With the stars of the night!
Take care of the beauty!