1. O you who walks arrogantly, strutting
And brandishing the polished riding-stick

2. His beauty and the light of his forehead gathered
Between the darkness and the shining dawn

3. Did you know that I have a burning anguish
For which the pupil of the blue eye mourns

4. Long has been my watching the imagination, while below it
The darkness grazes, so when shall we meet and unite

5. Between a throat adorned with tears
And a neck encircled with joyful embrace