Even though Amaryllis [this is a typical name for a shepherdess--a bit like calling a waitress Mabel or Edna] is dressed in green and can dance like the queen of the fairies [magical beings who dance in the woods at night], and even though Corinna can sing beautifully and cheer me up with a smile, their eyes can make me feel sad, so I won't love anymore.

 

My sheep are wandering around looking for food, and I'm so frantic that all I can do is sit and watch shepherdesses.  And what do they do?  They laugh at my sorrow!  So forget it--I'm giving up love.

 

The way she looks at me lovingly and her beauty make me so happy that I fall hopelessly in love and give up everything I have--and I do all this for someone who does not love me back!  I'm done--I'm not going to love anybody.

 

Hey, you eyes that look so seductive, you're my beautiful enemies and the cause of all my pain.  Just the desire that you [i.e., the eyes alone] make me feel is like burning ice and freezing fire.  And what do you do?  You see me crying and look at me with contempt.  That's it--no more love for me!

 

If you want to fall in love, be my guest--I won't make you.  But since (God knows) the more I cry the less good my tears do, what's left for me to do but say, I've had it.  I'm done with love for good.