1. On what branch did time believe after
The calamitous days threw down the moist twig?

2. Its promise faded before the twigs faded
Its days are near, of springtime and fertility.

3. It's enough of sorrow that I've lived, for I
With my palms upon my eyes, scooped dust.

4. An idea flashed in me, and thirst in my heart -
I raised my head from the cold fresh water.

5. And I said to my arid eyes, shed a tear on blood
And for my heart find a cure, wound on wound.

6. And of what makes the soul happy after you is that
I am near water from your roses or tomb.

7. Alas no love touched my heart like that love
Nor do I blame time like that blame.

8. Except for you my glances are empty and my thoughts full
As if from my eyes you carried me to my heart.