1. O you who is drowned in his delusions
Under which he raves the days of his life

2. Arise, leave your delusion to pass and feel that
Perhaps what is present is not in his cup

3. How good is reality with its joys
We take sips from it and from its sorrows

4. Crying desperately will not benefit a man
If he saw the world in its illnesses

5. Do I fear the night from its ghosts
And the wailing of my eyes from its dreams?

6. And do we hoot while we listen closely
Not to a bird that melted in its melodies?

7. We are used to the heat so much that
We do not care for the morning in its breeze

8. So leave the world be, do not torment yourself with it
You cannot heal it from its tumors with your crying