Que el amor no admite cuerdas reflexiones

Lady, Love is fierce,
and when it transfigures us,
it ignites our thoughts
with madness.

Don't ask for peace from my arms
that have yours captive:
my embraces are of war
and my kisses are of fire;
and it would be a vain attempt
to turn my dark mind
if my thoughts are ignited
with madness.

My mind is clear
with flames of love, lady,
like the tent of the day
or the palace of the dawn.
And the scent of your ointment
chases my fortune,
and ignites my thoughts
with madness.

Lady, Love is fierce,
and when it transfigures us,
it ignites our thoughts
with madness.

My joy your palate
deems rich honeycomb,
like in the holy Song:
Honey and milk are under your tongue.
The delight of your breath
in such a fine vessel refines,
and ignites my thoughts
with madness.