When I go walking alone through the street,

People stop and stare,

and everyone looks at my beauty

from head to foot.

And I savor the subtle desire

which emanates from their eyes,

and from the obvious charms is understood

the hidden beauty.

Thus the scent of desire surround me,

it makes me happy!

And you who know, so that memory makes you suffer

From me you flee?

I know very well the anguish you won’t admit,

But you feel yourself dying!