So soon as I begin to taste desired repose in my soft bed, my anxious spirit is drawn away from me and doth depart toward you.
And then meseems within my tender breast I hold that joy for which so often I have yearned, for which so wildly I have sighed that oftentimes I was all broken with my sobs.
O gentle sleep, O kindly night! Easy repose, filled with tranquillity! Each night, henceforth, bring back my dream to me:
And if my sad and amorous soul may never verily attain her joy, grant that at least she knows this dear deceit.