Que nadie sepa mi sufrir

Do not be astonished if I tell you what you were,
ungrateful to my poor heart,
because the brightness of your beautiful black eyes
illuminated the affection of another love.

And to think that I adored you tenderly,
that by your side I felt as I had never felt before.
And for those strange things of life
without the kiss of your mouth I saw myself.

Love of my loves,
my queen, what have you done to me
that I cannot console myself
without being able to contemplate you.
Since you have paid badly
to my affection so sincere,
what you'll get
that I never name you again.

Love of my loves
if you stopped loving me,
there's no care that people
won't know about it.
What's in it for me to say
that a woman changed my luck,
they'll make fun of me,
that no one knows my suffering.