SONG

   I fall in such a state, once I've seen
the cruelty of my shepherdess,
that I don't even know who I am now,
nor what will become of me.

   I know very well, that if a man were,
the pain would have me dead,
and If a stone were, it is very true
that crying would undo me,
   Call me Marcelio,
but I belong to a shepherdess,
that I don't even know who I am now,
nor what will become of me.