I lack no memory of the delightful time
I lack no memory of the delightful time
that is already gone: I think it will not come again.
If it does, I shall not lack mercy,
for pity will have made its peace with you.
You will praise me, who in times passed you praised
by confessing that you suffered for me.
Now that I love you more than I ever did
go back to how you were at first.
I feel more desire than before
and desire in me will never die,
for my body will take care to maintain it
and my mind will not reproach me for it.
May you desire me, you, who desired me
with such a love that I was happy.
Now that I love you more than I ever loved you,
go back to how you were at first.
And, if by chance I am well loved,
as I deserve, my eyes will not deny it,
for many times they wept in great sorrow,
and by not crying, I also showed my grief.
When you sang the Te deum out of joy,
weeping, I was singing curses.
Now that I love you more than ever,
go back to how you were at first.
My wise Lady, if you glance through my heart,
you will see clearly that I will love you forever.
Now that I love you more than ever
go back to how you were at first.
Autor(es): Ausiàs March, Raimon
