We present this work in honor of the 420th anniversary of the poet’s death.

 

My charming murderer,
So quick to wound, but slow in healing me,
After a sighing vain,
A yearning, an insane delirium,
More handsome than ever turned his glance on me,
Then, like lightning, fled.
Thus my eyes he bedazzled—broke my heart.

Translation by James Wyatt Cook