Sails and winds will achieve my desires,
making doubtful ways upon the sea.
Mestre and Ponent against them I see rise,
Xaloc, Llevant must now be helping them
with their friends, Grec and Migjorn,
humbly praying the Tramuntana wind
in its blowing to be partial to them
so that all five achieve my safe return.
The sea shall boil like a crock in the oven
changing her colour and her natural state,
she will show how she hates all
that stop upon her an instant in the day.
The large and the small fish will seek shelter
and search for a secret hiding-place:
fleeing the sea where they were born and raised,
they have no choice but to come to earth.
Love, of you I feel more than I know,
of which the worst will be my lot;
and he who is without you knows you.
I will compare you to a game of dice.
I fear death for the absence it means,
for love is annulled by death;
but I don't believe my wanting can be
overcome by such a parting.
I am jealous of your lack of love for me
and that if I'm dead you might forget me.
This thought takes away my joy in the world
-for while we live, I don't think it will happen-:
after my death, you might lose all power to love,
and suddenly it might turn into hatred.
And I being forced to leave this world,
my sorrow will be not to see you.
Love, of you I feel more than I know,
of which the worst shall be my lot;
and who is without you knows you.
I will compare you to a game of dice.
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