My Lady, if I am Absent from You

My lady, if I am absent from you
in this hard life and I don't die,
it seems to me that I offend what I love you,
and to the good that he enjoyed being present;

after this then I feel another accident,
which is to see that if I despair of life,
I lose how much good I hope from you;
And so I walk in what I feel differently.

In this difference my senses
they are, in your absence and in stubbornness,
I no longer know what to do in such a size.

I never see each other except at odds;
of such art they fight night and day,
that they only agree on my damage.