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I saw the sea before disaster,

What envy did it stir in me,

When raising up and roughly bursting

It laid its waves at legs of thee!

Oh, what a wish my mind clipped:

To touch your lovely legs by lips!

No, never in the blazing flames

Of my youth’s stormy boiling days

I ever wished it with such passion

To kiss Armides’ arousing lips,

Or flaming roses of the cheeks,

Or breast stirred up by love expression.

No, never before passions’ whirl

So wildly tortured my poor soul!