Lover’s wager to live this love, Fortune’s fate, in hope and longing, In dissimulations of despair, ...While her pending verdict dooms me. In solitary colloquy, I said, « Imperative, my heart, to keep her safe, Light-years from an evil thought. And, you, my soul, must vanish." » To you, who ceaselessly withdraws, I said, "Execute your sentence, By your leave. Be the sentence yours, I am bereaved And, yet, with consummate contentment."