1. The sorrowful evening shadowed existence,
In his hand an obscure lute,

2. On his lips the smiles of melancholy,
In his eyes the regrets of years.

3. In his chest ceaseless anguish,
In his heart the shocks of death.

4. He kissed with silent kisses, as
Death kisses the rosebuds.

5. He confided in him the whisper of the stars,
The secret of darkness and the tune of stillness.

6. He taught him how souls grieve
And how longing ends in despair.

7. He made him hear the cries of hearts
And drank from him the draughts of sorrows.

8. So he fell asleep on his tranquil breast
While his spirit harbored a helpless dream,

9. Strong, defeated, like the magic of eyelids,
Passionate, playful, like a sad flower.

10. Tears moistened his laughter,
Sorrows shaded his joys.

11. The intoxications of love embraced him
And the sighs of elegy cradled him.

12. He resembled the spirit of beautiful youth
When it shimmers among the eyelids.

13. He brought back to my soul a beautiful image
That the turns of years had concealed.

14. So the agonies of grief wandered in it
And the steps of madness returned to it.

15. The wing of sunset shaded the sky,
Casting on it a sad, awesome beauty.

16. It clothed him in a garment of solemn, passionate majesty,
Strong, beautiful, defeated.

17. So those flowers slept on the grass
Witnessed by the sad, fearful evening.

18. The birds of the beautiful open sky retreated
To the nests, joys of the hearts.

19. Their warbling concealed
The imagination of the spacious, serene sky.

20. The shepherd boys headed back to the fold
To drive the sheep in the stillness of sunset,

21. While they yearned for their lambs
And plucked the flowers of the fertile meadows.

22. They sang their songs in a delightful voice,
Joyful and melodious.

23. They drew music from their flutes
That gave them every wondrous tune.

24. The sunset breezes carried them
To the enchanting, colorful horizon,

25. And the girls' glances inspired them
With the songs of the blissful youthful era.

26. Each returned to his family,
Except for my strange, wandering hope.

27. It was lost in the wastes of life,
And the paths were closed before it.

28. It remained straying and lonesome, distant,
Battling the harshness of arduous life.

29. Once, it was blissful,
Fluttering around my fertile heart.

30. When evening shadowed the sky
And sorrow intoxicated the soul of existence,

31. I stood and asked him, will the spring
Of wandering life return to my heart,

32. Where the songs of roses throb
And the paradise of my barren soul grows green,

33. Where the bride of dawn struts
And the dew dances to that chant,

34. And the beautiful, faithful peace
Returns to me from the embers of hell?

35. For the daughters of darkness had shackled it
And cast it into the darkness of extinction.

36. He listened to my lasting ardor
And addressed me from afar:

37. The memories of that love return,
But the magic of love does not return.

38. In me surged life's tragedies
And the mighty, obstinate spite.

39. When the gales of despair raged
And attacked with every sharp weapon,

40. I faced them with my suffering, frightened heart,
Once solid rock.

41. Endure, do not surrender to the nights,
For only the patient and stoic prevails.

42. Do not despair over the turns of fate,
For beyond the clouds is a new dawn.

43. Without the wrathful winter clouds
The garden would not bear those roses.

44. Without the gloomy darkness of life
The morning would not weave those gems.