Orazio Vecchi - Tiridola - перевод

If amongst green trees 
 Or along the fresh shore 
 Of clear brooks 
 Comes to wound my face 
 A breath from Paradise, 
 My love, I remember the day 
 When my sweet Goddess 
 Blew her aura around my heart, 
 For which I am all in flames, 
 So that this aura and this fire 
 Are welcome any place and any time.