Nútrese de ti mi pensamiento
Como el suelo de abril del aguacero,
Y por tenerte en paz libro batallas
Como el avaro frente a sus riquezas:
Ya soberbio y feliz, ya temeroso
De que la edad taimada lo despoje,
Ya dispuesto a estar contigo a solas
Ya inclinado a mostrarte a todo el mundo,
A veces ya colmado de tu vista,
Y de pronto por ti desfalleciendo,
Y no tengo ni quiero más delicias
De las que tú me das o me reservas.
Día a día me sacio y muero de hambre,
Ya me atoro de ti, ya languidezco.

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure:
Sometime all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight
Save what is had, or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.