Com que voz... [English translation]

With what voice will I cry my sad fado,

That in such hard passion entombed me,

That mor not be the pain that left me

the time, of my love disillusioned.

But crying is not esteemed in this state

where sighing has never been useful.

Sad I want to live, for its changed

into sadness the happiness of the past.

[So a life I pass discontent,

to the sound in this prison of the hard shackle

what pity at the foot that suffers and feels it]

Of so much evil, the cause is pure love,

Do to whom of me is absent,

for whom a life and its goods I venture.