1. When the dew has many faces
If it journeys at dawn, its signs shine

2. And most amazing are those who are straitened by it
The hunter and the governor are its agents

3. And here are the turns of fate, they have returned
And I do not know who I will meet them with

4. And you are most deserving of it, it has nothing
Except the noble morals that perfect it

5. And in my arrival to you, it has arrived
Stretching out to me its beginnings

6. And it seems to fight me
Unless one rises from your generosity to subdue it