Whoever, Lady Poem by Luís de Camões

Whoever, Lady, sees plainly on view
your beautiful eyes in their lustrous being
without being blinded in the act of seeing
is already not paying your face's due.

This seems to me an honest price,
but I, for the merit of deserving them,
gave both life and soul to serve them
apart from which I am without resource.

Enough that life and soul and hope
and as much as I have is all yours,
and the proof of this I alone know.

For such good fortune is beyond scope
giving you all that is in my power
as the more I pay you, the more I owe.