1. My illness makes my hopes freeze,
And extinguishes tomorrow in my imagination,

2. It paralyzes my breath, casting it out
Like the breath of a wounded animal

3. Trembling in my lungs, which
The specter of death has pierced with blood and coughing,

4. Stretched toward the shadows of the grave.
Oh what sorrow! Will I die this way?

5. Like the morning dew drying up?
It barely shone among the hyacinths and poppies

6. Before the blood and flames engulfed it!
Yesterday I cried: “Take me

7. Into the darkness, into your arms,
And carry me beyond the eras, shaded

8. By your sail’s shadow.”
Time fell asleep in time, melted in your rays.

9. Love was but an illusion tormenting me,
I yearned and dreamed of embracing it,

10. A flower and light in the emptiness,
Amid darkness and supplication for its glow.

11. But today life has become dear to me,
And time has smiled,

12. Dawn and affection have floated upon its lashes.
A brunette, the slender spears inclined toward the sands

13. In her hue...and timidly the purple flowers blushed.
Passion has spread in her eyes, embracing me and her,

14. My chest eased as it beat rapidly with amorousness for her fragrance,
And I fell into slumber, stealing glances

15. And poetry from her vision,
Disappearing into the tender clouds like a cloud in its dew.

16. Two dark eyes, purer than the evenings of meeting,
More beloved than the morning star to the meadows and shepherds,

17. Sparkling with hope each night hiding its light.
In the morn, dawn paints the path of spring with dew and radiance.

18. Brunette, you are a star glittering in my evening...hate me
And be cruel to me, do not soften to my complaining and torture me.

19. Let contempt fill your eyes, and frown those lips.
For the sickness in my chest stirs to devour you in my eyes!

20. O Death, O Lord of terrors and blind furies,
Today you come?! Who called you? And who wanted your visit?

21. I did not call you, O harsh one, to deprive me of her love,
Let me live on her smiles, even if they're fleeting.

22. No! I will live, I will endure, you will grant me long respite.
You will not extinguish the lamp, just burn it slowly,

23. In a night, in two nights, a sigh will meet a sigh
Until the starry night overflows and drowns out the faint light!

24. Oh the ending, when this feeble lung
Gives out its final breath, amid the blood, concluding the long chapter,

25. And the dark grave gapes open, the light extinguished, alas,
I fear, I fear some specter the seasons conceal!

26. And tomorrow, if winter trembles upon the smile of spring,
Melting like a fluttering shadow, fading like a fleeting tune,

27. And among the snapdragons, dreaming of the meadow,
The flute, a hyacinth, I reach out to it reverently,

28. Longing to pluck it and have its fragrance rise
From my ruined chest, rising with the scent,

29. Burning the perfumes under my quivering lips
Until the shining field is extinguished,

30. Slowly in my eyes, until the prisoner escapes!