1. Extinguish your light and darken like my darkness
And leave me to my nightmares and my dreams

2. For many a bright night, O night, awakens me
To chastity, so I forget the burden of my sins

3. I feel in my body a yearning that tortures me
So in my blood there is a chapter like wine in my cup

4. No fires remain in my grasp except for passion
That leads my body as it led other bodies

5. My pure love like my ancient faith is gone
And a delusion I raved about from some of my imaginations

6. Do you see how when the wind passes over a branch
Its flowers wither?

7. Thus is the heart when sins clothe it
It hardens and its feelings may dry up

8. O sorrow of the night, how much a dream implies
Of a dead heart, wanton, sister of pains

9. Or the heart of a widow, time has violated
Her chastity, so it killed her heart, wronged

10. Whatever the reason for her surrender, passion
In the soul or saving orphans

11. Let her fulfill her desires until what was in her breast
Of her bloody shame is demolished

12. And the red passion completes its cycle
So a womb disappears from among wombs

13. O red passion's princess, my blood
Is from your demolishing and ruined lineage—so respect me

14. You were created to practice death—so come near me
For I have practiced death from the beginning

15. I have carried its sickle in debauchery, avenging
Women—so bring it to avenge me

16. Bring from debauchery colorful forms
With which we gild each other and demolish each other

17. Indeed, I have tired of dreams in a body
Filled with the colors of pain

18. Let us share passion—perhaps a juice
From the fruits of lips and livers

19. Or perhaps sins will drink from us
What remains of the pure baptismal water

20. We united for one day, and tomorrow
A people will succeed me with their love

21. They will love you one day, profiting
From what my hours left for their night

22. You will forget, O sister of blood, their mouths
As you forgot despite the blood, my mouth

23. Twenty hearts you drank love from their blood
And you were not sated nor did drinking my blood sate you

24. So the soul will remain hungry
Until blood dries up in its rapacious interior

25. You will return but like my hopes
Hollow, paralyzed in your worn out body

26. You will return bloodied, deformed
Closer to death than me despite my burdens

27. You will return and I will not prevent you from my body
Until the red nights decompose my limbs

28. Until the plague of eternity takes root in my liver
And disgrace clings to my train after me

29. Except I have a keeper who will clear
My reputation and clear my blood

30. Generations will say he was wretched
So sanctify him among the most wretched

31. And love will erect for me in every corner
Of hearts an eternal, lofty shrine

32. As for youth, in its farthest lineage
It will not forget how my love-state was

33. The future will look upon my past and forgive it
Because my heart, like my soul, is not deceitful

34. And whenever my name crosses its mouth
It will mention she who forged for death my shackles

35. She who summarized my life with her passions
And immortalized her bloody debauchery for my lineages

36. Yes, posterity and eras will remind you of what flowed
In the earth, from the loins of adultery, a lineage

37. Not as I mention the Europeans, though they stink
Nor as I mentioned her Arabs, sallow

38. But as I mentioned the evils of Rome
In the eyes of Messalina as she trembled

39. This is the night—so serve me, maid
Perhaps some people will drink after

40. And let your yellow hand roam above passion
Flowing weariness and fatigue in its palm

41. And let this gesture symbolize
The yellowing of pleasures, bitter

42. Color them yellow until
Death, unrelenting, strips it off

43. Extinguish your light, for light reminds me
Of my past and disturbs my soul, these embers

44. Light may awaken sacred holidays
That shine through the past and ignite

45. Extinguish it, O night, and immerse me in a haze
Of darkness so I forget when I conceal myself

46. I am tormented by my red pleasure in my body
And I obliterate, no passion remains nor fervor

47. I have ruined my heart and fed beasts my blood
In each beast's claw, a ruin