Lope de Vega translated by Dan McIsaac Aubade

If you leave at dawn,

go lightly, silently, my love,

do not rouse the nightingale.


If you rise at daybreak

from this lusty embrace

so the tattlers cannot spy

and envy our desire,

just steal away on silken tiptoe,

so lightly, silently, my love,

the nightingale will not stir.


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