It was on that day when the sun’s ray
was darkened in pity for his Maker,
that I was captured, and forgo self defense,
because your lovely eyes had bound me.
It did not seem to me to be a time to guard myself
against love’s blow, so I went on confidentially
unsuspecting; from that, my troubles started,
amongst the public sorrows.
Love discovered me all weaponless,
and opened the way to the heart through the eyes,
which are made the passage ways and door of tears.
So that it seem to me it does her little honour
to wound me with her arrow, in that state,
she not showing her bow at all to those who are armed.
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