Kalenda maya!
Psalteria
Maya Calendar!
Maya calendar
no fuel of fire
no song of birds nor flowers of glory
it's not that I play,
for you, lady of grace,
just that a swift messenger came
from your beautiful body, that caught my eye
new pleasure that love draws me in,
and joy
and it pulls me
to you, true lady;
and it hurts
of jealousy,
before it tears me apart.
My beautiful friend,
for God's sake don't let
jealousy ruin my joy;
for it would come
with its jealousy,
if such two lovers were to part;
for I would be joyful but not anymore,
if joy without you wouldn’t hold me;
such a way
would I make,
that one would no longer see me;
that day
I would die,
good lady, for I would lose you.
