¿No ves, amor, que esta gentil moçuela
burla de ti claramente y de mi muerte
y con su hermosura presume de tan fuerte
que de tu cruel arco no se cura?
Y pues en tal locura se desbela,
tírale una saeta que le duela.

Do you not see, Love, that this gentle lass
is clearly mocking both you and my death,
and with her beauty presumes to be so strong
that to your cruel bow she pays no heed?
And since she strives to procure such folly,
shoot her an arrow, that it might hurt her.