It was on that day when the sun's radiant beams
Were dimmed with sorrow for their Maker,
That I was captured, offering no defense,
For your beloved eyes had already conquered me, my Lady.

It never seemed the time to guard myself
Against Love's sudden blows.
I walked in confidence, unsuspecting, and so my suffering
Began amid the world's public mourning.

Love found me unarmed
And opened the way to my heart through my eyes,
Which have since become the passage and the gateway of my tears.

It seems to me that this brings him little honor:
To wound me with his arrow in such a state,
While never revealing his bow to you, who were already armed.