That pitiful morning when the light of Heaven
I saw you first that day, My Lady, but
Was captured, disarmed, then bound to your stake.
It didn’t seem the time for shields and armour
Against Love’s arrows, his batters and blows;
So, unsuspecting, I wept with the world,
But that day my heartbreaks began, my woes.
Sorrow flowed from the passage of my heart.
And to not even dare to flash you his dart.