Can you translate helena's monologue in All's Well That End's Well?

Then, in front of you and Heaven, I confess that I love your son a little bit more than I love and a little bit less than I love Heaven. The friends I had before I came to court were poor but honest, and so is my love for your son. Please don’t think harshly of me, for my love can’t do Bertram any harm. I am not pursuing him, hoping he’ll marry below his station; in fact I don’t expect him to accept me until I’ve made myself deserving of his affection. However, I don’t know how to become so deserving! I know my love is hopeless. Nevertheless, I continue to love, and my love is like water that pours unceasingly into a sieve, so that the sieve is always full and always leaking at the same time. Therefore, as with certain people in India who mistakenly worship the sun, the object of my adoration doesn’t know I exist. My dearest madam, don’t hate me because I love the boy whom you love. If ever in your life you desired someone without asking for satisfaction of desire, so that the goddess you worshipped was Venus and Diana simultaneously, then have pity on me, a girl in such bad shape that she can’t help giving her all to someone who cannot give back; who searches without expectation of finding; and who in fact, like something in a riddle, is dying of the very thing that makes her feel sweetly alive!