I suffer in wanting and being loved.

I do not want Antonio to see himself loved
it is pain without equal, in my sense;
more that I love Pedro abhorred
It is less evil, but not less anger.

What suffering will not be tired,
if they always resonate in your ear,
after the vain arrogance of a loved one,
the tired moan of a scorned one?

If Antonio's performance tires me,
Peter tired of being exhausted:
If I'm looking for gratitude,

the other grateful one looks for me:
for active and passive is my torment,
I suffer in wanting and being loved.