1. On a night as gloomy as sorrows
The air heavy with thick clouds

2. As if laden with curses
The young poet in his retreat

3. Crying, his heart flowing in his tears
Poetry that sorrow made audible to him

4. The candle in his room
Fading like a dying man in his final hour

5. Everything like it does not last
Solitude was like a grave

6. Bleak in that dwelling
And sleep had overcome the eyes

7. The poet woke from his intoxication
And turned his eye to his candle

8. The comforter of sorrows in his loneliness
And after moments had passed over him

9. As if they were the centuries of time
He said in a trembling, grieving voice

10. My candle, what is behind this drizzling?
What is this drop under the flame?

11. Why do I see in it the yellowness of farewell
In your pale tear, melting light

12. What are you telling hearts?
Why does pallor shroud the flame?

13. Where does love end as you end
My candle, example of lovers

14. Its pleasures come and vanish quickly
And as the candle's breath faded

15. Like the fading of the soul in the dead
O tomb of lights, what is behind

16. This pitch black darkness, this shroud
What is behind the night, is there any glow?

17. Why does the night end and dawn comes
A farce of the tricks of fate

18. On that difficult, long night
The poet remembered a beautiful era

19. He saw only a small part of it
When he dreamed in his soft sleep

20. Of eternal happiness
The hopes of dreaming souls failed

21. Oh aching heart, how you hurt
How the world was miserly yet hopeful to you

22. It gives without even granting a little
On that night so dark

23. Memory of the loved one in the enamored liver
And his light in the gloomy night

24. The poet remembered the dawn of youth
That valley and those plateaus

25. And the return of the flock when gone
And a father who passed like an apparition

26. As if it were a clear, fine day
So he said: Oh my heart, till judgement day

27. You carried the heavy hopes of the boy
And left of them only the mirages

28. Oh high sorrows and eternal torment
You wrote me this book of love

29. O flame obscured by plateaus
Oh heart

30. As he listens in the dark room
To a painful murmur

31. Between the heartbeats and stutters
Behind in the heart of darkness, his father

32. Looms in rising transparency
From the essence of that cold night

33. As if slicing through the dark
A glimpse of dawn in a frame of darkness

34. Or a flashing from an obscure flame
Sanctified is the swoon of the poet

35. A vision like a trail of pure dreams
Or like love in its magical era

36. Sanctified in your wan dreams
Sanctified in your lasting pains

37. In your present, absent soul
In all the sorrow that eyes carry from you

38. In the rapture of love and the madness of passion
And in the confusion of the puzzled, bewildered heart

39. In the gut of that cold night
As if they were hostile consciences

40. In which an inimical idea crept
And for the violent winds in the leaves

41. A tune as if jinn in it shrieked
It tore souls then vanished

42. The night stirred and the imagination said:
Who does not cry on long nights?

43. And bloody the brooding eyelid
Who did not taste pain in bread?

44. And disease negate his cheeks
And sorrows flayed him to pieces

45. Who does not see the specter of sunset in the sun
And hears the agitation of hearts by night

46. And watches the candle until it melts?
Who did not dip his blood in his passion?

47. Who calamity prevents from feeding him?
And sees no wisdom in every wound?

48. Who does not climb sorrow's peak?
And his fingers did not wither in love

49. As the gum and date clusters are raised for him
Who spends his life in luxury

50. And tastes neither misery early on
Nor anguish in a closed retreat

51. Will not know life’s divine glow
Will not see his hopes in his vision

52. But a confused scholar in his farce
And the specter withdrew into its darkness

53. Dragging the trains of its glimmer
The lad's eyes drowned in his swoon

54. Until silence prevailed frighteningly
And outside was the sound of rustling

55. Growing intensely from the boughs of autumn
The poet awoke from his drunkenness

56. And said: can there be hoped for it an end
This darkness sunk in its rebellion?

57. It may carry solace of dawn to me
If it carried light to my eyes

58. The night has worn out my shoulders
The night frightens me with its spirits

59. Agitated like horrors in its field
And with specters from eggs of ghosts

60. I do not elegize misery nor do I wish
To carry a love whose kin are tortured

61. Love in pain is a burden upon me
My cold retreat frightens me

62. The specter of an ambiguous, frozen love
Speechless like orphans, O father!

63. The night frightens me, where is dawn
To dispel these images from my eyes

64. And what they carry of mankind’s woe?
The gloom was still raging

65. And the winds bloodied the rainy horizon
With lightning, wound of the eternal kingdom

66. As if the night had wandering passion
That tasted anguish and still kept vigil