Si Usted La Viera

The confessor tells me not to love you
And I tell him: Father, if you saw her
He says your love drives me crazy
That I neglect my duty, that I sleep little
That I sleep little

He says our many conversations
Encourage gossip in the village
He says it would be easy not to love you
And I tell him: Father, if you saw her
If you saw her

In vain I assure him that you are so pure
One must pray in front of your beauty
That you are graceful and airy, like a lily
That from your lips come marjoram and verbena
That your quick curls are like May rains
And that I cannot live without your spells
He tells me harshly that it's a great delusion
And I tell him: Father, if you saw her

Confessing that I have my soul in your eyes
The priest shouted at me with a thousand angers
That such a great sin would not be forgiven
And that if I loved you, I would be condemned
I would be condemned

Then, with a sweet lover's impulse
I took out a portrait from the chest where I keep it
And the priest, seeing your image, my sweet soul
Contemplating it, he smiled
He smiled

That one truly reflects holy loves
He thought you were the Virgin of Sorrows
That one, who is beautiful and shines with light
And I told him: Father, this is her
Forgotten, the priest of his censure
Said, opening his eyes: Lovely person
If she is as good as she is beautiful, may she rest in peace
And I told him: Father, if you saw her