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She reflects upon her inevitable weeping in view of the one she loves
You command me, Anarda, to come without / weeping before your eyes, and I suspect / that not knowing the cause is what has made you / wish me to undertake so great a triumph.
Love, my lady, finds in me no resistance, / for my exhausted heart he sets ablaze, / causing the blood in my bosom to flee / and vaporize in my sight as ardency.
And then my eyes seek and search for your presence, / which they judge the object of their sweet charm, / and when my attention pays homage to you / the rays from my eyes, during all that time, / finding in you the resistance of snow, / transmute what left as vapor into tears.
6 Standard name used in pastoral poetry of the Golden Age.