1. If I am exhausted in my youth,
Burdened with worries and pains,

2. When will I know serenity and intimacy,
Unless when I am under the soil?

3. Inform me, for I am confused
And my life is hostage to a wondrous matter,

4. What is this state? What is the secret in creating
A being with such nerves?

5. He always sees misfortunes, life,
And people through mist,

6. There is no harmony in a soul,
Melancholic and living ascetically.

7. Reactionaries gloated over me, ignited by
A free idea with the whip of torment,

8. And ecstasy and comfort complained about me,
While generosity and adhesion wept for me.

9. A swift soul behind some clothes claims me
For what is behind the clothes of others,

10. So I am deprived of entertaining it
By touching those clothes.

11. And if I were not compensated by
Imagining shapes of agony,

12. And "sexual perversion" comes to my mind
In a way that leads to anxiety,

13. Or in a way that leads to embarrassment,
Or in a way that leads to admiration.

14. So I wonder: is consensual intimacy
Sweeter than rape?

15. And the deed in which I betrayed
My solitude, which called for avoiding me,

16. And which I came to atone for
With a book I followed with a book,

17. Was I completely wrong in it? And was
A deed like that completely right?

18. Humans overflowing with passions until
The crime of committing drew them in,

19. Or do I wear at the moment of
My impulsiveness the clothes of wolves?

20. Is it the result of drinking or did I
Unjustly attribute it to drinking?