Translation:

She’s the sweetheart who was sent from heaven for me to love. If you were to catch the look on my face as I observe her you’d quickly infer who she is and what she means to me.

To me, with her around there’s no such thing as an unbearable plight. To her, there’s no plight that I can’t help her overcome. I’m made so happy just hearing her speak. I’m fortunate; unworthy of her.

Translation:

You averted your eyes as you walked by me. Your indifference did not allow me to expose my inner-most feelings. I was forced to see without being seen, and speak without being heard.

I’m deeply hurt to think that I’m not even worthy of your disdain. Nonetheless, you remain attached to my being. In fact, if I’m to live 100 years more, they will be 100 years spent thinking of you.

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…

Translation:

I’ve arrived; the man who wants to make you his, but whose feelings you fail to reciprocate. I’ve made my way to your window, across which I know you’re hiding but avidly listening. I’ve come to serenade you — as I have been doing for many nights now. The truth is, I’ve come so many times that I have ran out of things to say and songs to sing. Furthermore, not having anything to show for all my efforts, sometimes I wish I could damn you and give up, but I can’t; I’ve come to accept the fact that I was born to adore you.

Man, oh man, this luck of mine is failing me. My heart is calling your name, and you fail to respond. For that reason I’ve come to interrupt your sleep. I beg you to forgive my impertinence. I’m just the poor bastard who’s losing sleep over you. I spend my nights hoping that I’ll see the day when you’ll give me the chance to show you my worth.

My luck isn’t too bad, though. I’ve been told things about you, see. I’ve learned about some of your likes and dislikes. Please forgive my cockiness, but I’m quite certain that among your likes is my coming here every night to sing to you. 🙂 So tomorrow night I’ll be here again, and the mariachis will be with me. In fact, we’ll be at your window every night of your life, until my passion fades. In other words, better stop wishing for a quiet night — it won’t happen… ever. I’ll be singing by your window every night of your life, until you finally give in and allow me to be the most fortunate man on earth… your lover.

So good-night for now, but tomorrow night I shall be back to serenade you some more — whether you’re enjoying this or not! 😉

Translation:

May God be on your side, and may your heart be at ease. Lead a life full of happiness, allowing nothing to stand on your way and no one to corrupt your way of thinking. If you succeed, a crown will be placed on your head; a crown worth all the gold and shells of the seas.

The stars are brighter than ever, the moon is filled with joy, and the angels sing in unison. All because today is your birthday. May God bless you, the woman I adore, and this, a fortunate day, your day of birth. Allow your friends, relatives, and me to celebrate with you.