1. The fingers of forgetfulness gently caress
My heart, like a secret revelation passing by,

2. And I close within it the eyelids of sorrow,
And lock within it the brands of memories.

3. For it is in a dreamlike trance -
Thoughts wandering without destination,

4. Hungry, with unattainable bread,
The past distracts it from the future.

5. A swing of fantasies, a throne of visions,
Its seat is at dawn or in the dark,

6. And at its feet lie shreds of wishes,
It plays with them like a child at play.

7. And the splintered lightnings,
And the dusty suns,

8. And the scattered wishes -
Alas, sleep has overcome them.

9. How many buried ones, hostage to ruin,
Do you bring to life, O heart, with the memory of pacts?

10. Do you resurrect the dead and yet do not watch over
Yourself, O reckless one, between the tombs?

11. You play with patches
With the hands of longing and pain.

12. Truly, you who access the sacred places
Dig up with memories the rubble of ancient abodes.

13. You receive the echoes turned back
From the departing era and the time long gone.

14. And you close your hearing to the screams
Of the present, your gaze short of meanings.

15. And the deep tombs -
For you they are companions.

16. You lost their gatherings,
And the companion of heavens remained in you.

17. O dreamlike trance, depart perhaps
The heart may look upon the melodies of the real world.

18. Its eyes grew weary and thought
Agony a throne, and shreds of crimson brocade.

19. A king without power,
His kingdom in a grave,

20. He thinks the wind his troops
And the howl of ghosts, the chant of the cupbearer.

21. The fingers of forgetfulness gently caress
The strings of my heart in the folds of my ribs.

22. For in your touch is a lullaby
That tempts the demons of sorrow to withdraw.

23. Lower over what has passed a veil
And open a window of acceptance.

24. And if memories shine,
Be for it a charm against tears.