Com que voz... [English translation]

With what voice will I cry my sad fate

That in such hard passion* entombed me?

May the pain of my disabused love be no more than the time left to me.

But to cry does not esteem itself in this state

Whence sighing never proves useful

Sad I want to live, for the joy of the past

Changed into sadness

[In this way I pass through life discontent

To the sound in this prison of the hard shackle

That pities the foot that suffers and feels it]*

Of such evil the cause is pure love

Owed to whom from me is absent

For whom life and her properties I venture.