Heedless Alfenus, false to true friends,
Will you have no pity on your sweet amigo,
Hard-hearted, will you betray me,
Not hesitate to deceive me, now of all times? Traitor.
The sky-lying gods take no pleasure
In the impious acts of dishonest men
But you neglect me and abandon me in my misery and malady.
Ah, what is a man to do, tell me, who is he to trust?
You bade me hand you my heart, unfairly,
Inducing me to love as if everything would be fine
But now you stand back and allow the winds and clouds
To carry all your words and deeds away, empty.
You may forget but the gods remember, Faith remembers,
And you will be sorry for what you do tomorrow.