You whoever you are who leaves the mistress's realm, remove what
reminds you of old passion, just so you be free.
Neither regard real faces, nor let an image make your mouth water
And do not wear precious stones on your fingers that she once wore.
A torch, above all one only recently quenched, draws, yes, drags fire towards itself
And what previously was vapour becomes flame again.
Unless you eschew anything that recalls your love,
The flame flares up that a moment ago was nothing at all.