"Make haste to say it, my beloved, for daybreak I can see."
"Oh, God and Virgin Mary blest, I cannot pray aright;
It is not death afflicts me so, but shameful treachery.
"I pity you more than myself, for your base cowardice;
With your own hand you take my life, though reason there
is none
Except the wicked princess' hand will pay the shameful price.
May God forgive you at the hour you stand before his
throne!
"Oh, let me say my last farewell to all I've loved so dear,