If from me, you are gaining nothing
I do not know why you are persecuting me
Constantly on the street!
You know that I am married
That I am always dedicated
And that I can not be yours!
Just because you are rich and elegant
You want me to be your lover
By whim or presumption?
Ah, I have a poor husband
Who has a noble soul
And it is all my passion!
I tore up the letters without reading them,
And never wanted to receive them
The jewellery or flowers that you brought!
I do not sell myself, nor give myself to anyone
Because I have given everything that I am
To a love that you don't know!