How the sheath shines outside with cheerful colours,
But o! Inside the point of a sword is hidden broken by lightning.
I bear a wounded heart in me, but there are no traces of the arrow.
he has a wound? I am mistaken, for what wound is wound-less?
Oh! Love that cannot see gives me wounds nobody can see.
The wound lives deep inside the sorrowful breast,
Devours the marrow inside bones that remain untouched.
It causes rage, you become insane.
It is so, that neither Chiron's hands can alleviate, nor Apollo, nor Apollo's dear offspring.