1. How many wounds of passion have I come to bear
Whispers, echoed by my conscience murmuring

2. They flowed with fervent hope to fall upon
Your ears, but you did not a lip for them part

3. So I supressed them in my thoughts! And thus they fell
In tears of mine, I sipped them stammering

4. And I returned my steps, to hunt from wishes
A dream, to sleep in its horizon fancying

5. My sister! Now the stars approach, so delight
In me, for love will speak no more

6. Think not that I'm errant, if you glimpse
In my eyes, this haze, obscure

7. If you unveil the mirage's secret, you will find
The dream of sands, moaning at the dunes