Tomorrow i will be with Alabanda. It is a pleasure to ask the way to Koroni, and i ask more often than necessary. I would happily take the wings of the sun and fly to him, but i also so gladly linger and ask: How will he be?
The kingly youth! Why was i born later? Why did i not spring from one cradle with him? I cannot bear the difference between us. O why did i live like an idle shepherd boy in Tina, and did not dream of the likes of him until he already tested nature in living work and already struggled with sea and air and all the elements? was not the impulse to the joy of deeds in me too?
But i will catch up with him, i will be swift. By heaven! i am over-ripe for work. My soul will rage only against itself if i do not soon liberate myself through a living task.
Exalted maiden! How could i measure up before you? How was it possible for you to love such a deedless being?