Amongst soft grasses and white flowers

Was Filli sitting

In the shade of a laurel tree

When I told her, Darling Filli, I am dying!

Turning to me shyly

And stifling a laugh behind those red lips

(Which, with all my heart’s delight,

I am convinced ensured Love’s blessing),

Said to me with such joy:

Kiss me, my Tirso,

For I also feel as if I am dying with desire!

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