Blooming are the fair flowers, Savoring their dulcet aroma, Sweet rosebuds are flowering, Bleating with joy is my good spirit, Fire fills this rose's blue eyes, The garden is aroused by her grace, My dear lover, all my sweetness is worth, So much more than gold. I do advocate, Your cause. My sweet Venus, our love was fate, And here I give you the loveliest days, I know that your divine shell will come forth, And absorb all of my enamored praise, My loyalty will more than aptly prove, That my graceful spirit will never leave, And my heart doth not avidly deceive, And, yes, we will be the loveliest twain, We will soon marry each other in love, And in love, we will always remain.