SONNET

Who is free, do not live careless,
that in an instant he can be captive,
and the icy and elusive heart
be afraid of being on fire.

With the soul of the proud and elevated
so harsh is love and vengeful,
who if he presumes to be alive,
for him with death he is tormented.

Love, you condemn me to being a captive,
Love, you light such deadly fires
you who afflict and mistreat my life:

I curse your chains from now on,
your flames and your arrows, with which
you burn me, consume me, and kill me.