Галатея [Galateya] [English translation]

My hands holds the graceful chest of yours.

I want to be with you!

Smooth lips, white hands –

Are not under the moon more awfull than anguish.

You are unresponsive, I am inconsolable.

Only of love to you I've sinned.

I have created you

Only for myself.

I have created you

Only for myself.

Over beauty has not

power

The one who under passion hand is held.

Everything that you create, will lose and won't get it back.

Oh, Galatea! As you are cruel

to me in punishment, it's the favourite of vices!

I freeze, but in heart there's a flame.

I won't be answered by the stone maiden.

I've created you

Only for myself.(...)