And it is just as the son of Ares and Aphrodite
shot his golden arrow from his
wooden arch, so from your eyes
a fiery bolt pierced my heart.

The sea lives in my heart
continually stormed by a perennial
storm that overwhelms the lonely feelings
that reside in it.

You do not feel love for yourself,
nor hate,
you feel nothing for yourself now.

At the sound of your name I feel nothing now,
for that cursed name so beautiful
that my heart in stone transformed it.