Ay, mudo soy, hablar no puedo,
duelo por hablar lo que he sentido,
señora si me fuese concedido
estando padeciendo cada credo!
Dices me que no te hable, mas he miedo
en tan grande silencio ser perdido,
licencia mi señora yo te pido
y entonces de mi boca alçaré el dedo.
Dichosa fue mi suerte y desdichada,
Agora que ni hablarte ni servirte
no puedo pues que tú me lo has mandado.
Reyna, que tirana, no osé dezirte
aunque mis días has tiranizado.
Mando oir pues que muero por quererte.

Alas, dumb I am, unable to speak,
I suffer to tell what I have felt,
my lady, if it were permitted to me,
suffering as I am at every moment.
You forbid me to speak to you,but I fear
my perdition in such great a silence.
My lady, I beg leave of you,
and then I will lift the finger from my lips.
Happy was my fate and yet unhappy
now that I may neither speak nor serve you
since thus you have commanded me.
Queen, to whom as tyrant I dared not speak,
although you have tyrannised my life,
I command you to hear that I am dying for love of you.