1. How many a sanguine night I spent, shrouded in its darkness,
The hand of a rebel unsheathing the sword of his whims.

2. As if each cloud in its horizon,
Were the specter of sin looming over a bloody honor.

3. As if its stars were the windows of a tavern,
Where smoke drank the gleam of the cup.

4. As if the city lights beneath it,
Were the lamps of temptation on the path of sin.

5. The air grew still within it, so its whispers
Were but fiery gusts in a blast of gloom.

6. As if space itself were suffocating, and all that was in it
Was a victim, or nearing slaughter.

7. I found myself, a body whose soul was being stolen
By lustful storms, defiled with sins.

8. I braved them and shook with pain from their stings,
As if they were the deadly draught of poisons in my blood.

9. And in the hands of an inebriated and drugged woman,
I delighted, like one made drunk on bitter nectar.

10. My thoughts waning, my strength squandered,
My passions and dreams fading away.

11. Who is she? She is they, they my temptresses,
In elegant dress, or shapely figure.

12. The wanderers, returning at dawn,
Dispelling each darkness behind them.

13. They whom if I awakened, I would seek from them
Refuge and peace.

14. I extinguished my youth upon their lips,
And slaughtered my love between their eyes!