1. He who complains of the night
That it does not unveil itself

2. And of sleep, adorned with stars,
That it does not let down its tresses

3. I housed its stars as faces
That unveil and display themselves

4. Whenever a star wanes
A dear new star appears

5. O you buried in soil
And in my heart even more so

6. Nothing consoles but your kindness
And nothing persists but your love

7. My life is but whispers with you
That do not cease to be recited

8. And the sweetest living to me
Is remembering you

9. I cheapened myself and was
More precious than other souls

10. O you who blame the afflicted
And reproach the worn down

11. You have an intact heart
So thank God, or else...