Los otros, aire leve y fuego puro,
Dondequiera yo esté viajan contigo,
Pensamiento y deseo, inapresables,
Con raudo movimiento van y vienen.
Y cuando estos ligeros elementos,
Embajada de amor, hasta ti vuelan,
Mi vida, hecha de cuatro, con dos solos
Agoniza en tenaz melancolía
En tanto mi vital arquitectura
No restauran entrambos mensajeros,
Que regresan al punto con las nuevas
De tu buena salud, y me las dicen.
Me alegro, mas ay, que dicha breve:
Los envío de vuelta y entristezco.

The other two, slight air and purging fire,
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppressed with melancholy;
Until life's composition be recured
By those swift messengers return'd from thee,
Who even but now come back again, assured
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:
This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
I send them back again and straight grow sad.