Tu vieja crueldad ahora me aplaca,
Y por ese dolor que sufrí entonces
De mi delito debo arrepentirme,
Pues no soy de bronce o duro acero,
Y si mi acto cruel te ha lastimado
Como el tuyo a mí, te di un infierno
Y, déspota, no me he detenido
A recordar mis propios padeceres.
La noche de pesar debió evocarme
Cuánto muerde el dolor cuando es severo,
Y pronto, igual que tú, te habría llevado
El bálsamo que sana un pecho herido.
Mas tu crimen ahora es mi fianza,
Mutuamente debemos indultarnos.

That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for that sorrow, which I then did feel,
Needs must I under my transgression bow,
Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.
For if you were by my unkindness shaken,
As I by yours, you've passed a hell of time;
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.
O! that our night of woe might have remembered
My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits,
And soon to you, as you to me, then tendered
The humble salve, which wounded bosoms fits!
But that your trespass now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.