Yesterday, when I saw you so haughty,
walking with the one who was my rival,
I thought of those fifteen springs
that added beauty to your gaze.
But today you’re not the same as before,
the light in your eyes has faded,
there’s a bitterness in your face,
that no one knows like I do.
And although you deny that you’ve suffered,
I know well that you’ve lived
a thousand anguished hours
and that in your heart remain
the joys of the past
like withered roses…
If you left me for another man,
I don’t want to reproach you
for how poorly you’ve loved me.
You are a woman and I forgive you,
for in the end, with your abandonment,
you have made me happier.
I am like the bee, flying free,
and my soul seeks another love,
for when I need some comfort
there’s another who gives it to my life.
And since it pleased you to scorn me,
I will never return to your side.
I repay you as you repaid me,
and I will forget all that past.
