Translation:

— What has she done to you, dear friend? She has turned you into a different man.
— I don’t know what she has done to me, dear friend. Everytime I see her coming my way she lowers her eyes and tries to change her path.
— Then, dear friend, it’s not meant to be.
— But friend, if I tried my best to get over her, I’d fail. I’d only come to conclude that I’m destined to desire her. See, for example, it has only been four or five days since I last saw her sitting at her window, but to me it seems much longer.
— Well, friend, if you didn’t see her today, you shall see her tomorrow.
— No, that would be too long. If I have to wait another day, I might as well die…