The Nightingales

Los bilbilicos cantan en los arbos de la flor Debajo se asentan los que sufren del amor Mas presto ven palomba Mas presto ven con mi Mas presto ven querida, Corre y salvame Los bilbilicos cantan En los arvos de la flor. Debacho se asentan Los ke sufren del amor. El dia vo yorando La notche sin dormir Yorando I suspirando. Asta quando vo a sufrir? A la cama yo me etcho, No lo tomo por dormir, Con las estreyas de los sielos Me meto a discuvrir. Ven, keridha, ven agora, Ven al bodre de la mar! Ai te contar mis males Ke te metas a yorar

The nightingales are soulful in the flowery trees above Beneath them sit the doleful, the sufferers of love. Come running quick my ringdove come running quick to me come running quick my truelove come running rescue me I fill my days with weeping by night am never sleeping with sighing and with weeping how long shall sorrow be? Though on my bed I lay me there comes no sleep to me and all the stars of heaven are my discovery. Come precious one, come quickly to the margin of the sea I’ll tell you all my troubles And you shall weep with me.