Life, Feelings and Opinions of an Andalusian lady

The grief and sadness that now fills my life Are nothing compared to my ingrate deed The hideous words keep my soul in deep strife Those are the profits of a maleficent seed. I sinned and my ignominous treachery Causes the constant gnawing in my conscience, While my brain is blunted and headachy My mind lies blurred in my soul´s dependence. I wish to be reborn and could amend my sin Undo the harm and my ingratitude revoke Goodness and innocence were lost and resign Since I am destroyed by heinous yoke. The venom I threw in my words has returned With my poison my heart and soul are fairly judged.

All the finest pieces of Nature art and work With valuable gifts to you were bestowed, You received by God when you were born; With beauty and grace your face is adorned. You are a godly angel and then I praise You much because you descend from heaven; Thus when I worship you is God whom I pray Knowing you was to my faith and zeal its leaven. Your talent and worthy virtues are godly gift You were made to remain for ever single; While your charming wit serve mankind thrift Your fair body with all women you must mingle. Remaining faithful only to yourself is your duty As being free for girls to please lies your beauty.

All my blood is twisted and enraged, the burning fever follows my quest I have nothing to soothe me but a remembrance to increase my agony. My love, my joy and master since we live apart I can not happiness seek My anguish is enlarged in remorse, it´s a mood of madness, increased agony When I realise we could not see each other again my craving gets me insane. I remember ashamed the lunatic and violent passion affected me that triggered Me to offend you so much, since that I constantly regret the harm you suffered And endured, the grief and atonement that I deserve since I saw the unawarded Answer that you gave me, thus my farewell was wrathful, probably I fairly deserved Such a surprising and disappointing reward because I am a plain and coarse brute. However I will not be less careful and ready to love next time because its strength Is so mighty that I even with an unfeigned sore will welcome Cupid darts my heart bleed.