[CB 16] Dies, nox, et omnia [English translation]

Day, night and everything

is against me,

the chattering of maidens

makes me weep,

and often sigh,

and, most of all, scares me.

O friends, you are making fun of me

you do not know what you are sayin

spare me, sorrowful as I am,

great is my grief,

advise me at least,

by your honour.

Your beautiful face,

makes me weep a thousand times,

your heart is of ice.

As a cure,

I would be revived

by a kiss.