1. The lovers say that gifts
Are food for love, so I hear

2. And I love you to the point of cruelty
With my love that makes ribs bleed

3. And I love you to the point of longing
Until the vastness becomes constricted

4. So what shall I gift you on the day we meet
And what shall I gift you the day of intent

5. Would it please you what my descent buys
To where passion refuses me

6. For money is but blood sold
Like a prostitute's chastity to deter destitution

7. I will rise with dawn before the birds
And your touch in my conscience

8. The dew's pain, the spring's fields
And I sing with the flying grave

9. And gather from its flowers a bouquet
For your eyes, flower of the poet

10. Alas, alas, that the winds
Scatter my withered flowers

11. And leave in your eyelashes, broken
Like one who follows the fading stars

12. I will gift you a song like a breeze
That receives the caravan in the city

13. And what can I sing you while the commotions
And the hot winds are all I hear

14. As if the deserts were blood in my veins
Blocked by the drawn dagger

15. So oh grip of embers from the blaze
On the cannon's pounding staircase

16. I will gift you from my arm, life
And from my heart, the pure laughter

17. I will gift you what is in the clouds' gloom
Of light for the bare painting

18. I will gift you to not be ashes
On the theatre of the raging tremors

19. I will gift a world in which peace is seen
Upon it like a throng of stars

20. You sleep in it and awaken
Without doubt in the vague tomorrow

21. No fear that bread will become scarce
That you'll be ravaged and decay