1. How can I forget him, does forgetting help?
He is with my memories and longing.

2. He is closer to my heart than wishes,
And between us... a thousand distances.

3. Yearning for his embrace dreams on my cheek,
His breath plays with my pearls.

4. When darkness descends I see him
Standing in my imagination and pillow.

5. Ah, I imagine his body in my arms,
They pull me, so he struts... my body.

6. It's as if I'm holding him on my bed,
As he harvests my lips and plucks my cheek.

7. Then I listen to the mattress but hear only
The talk of a breast for a breast.

8. A dream brings him close to me, like certainty
And imagination hides him from me and shows him.

9. So I see his ghost sometimes affectionate
And sometimes insolent in his gaze.

10. If only I could see him at dawn’s awakening
A mouth competing to sing my praise.

11. Whenever he melts in devotion I refuse
And return my desire an evil refusal.

12. I challenge his eyes with my indifference
And ignite his love with defiance.

13. I ignore him while my heart calls him
And my body almost burns with chill.

14. Then he pulls me and draws my body
With a grasp of coercive despot.

15. And fold him between my flesh and skin.
If only I had what I wished or if only I were

16. A mother: I would possess him from my memories and being.
If only I knew, O hell of separation,

17. Who has changed him after me?!
If only he was abandoned in sorrows like me,

18. To long for me and remember my covenant.
And suffers from love and torment like I

19. Torment, with his ghosts, memories and loneliness.
Thus I translated the melodies, and the night is

20. Gloomy, like a wave of hatred.
The darkness, the darkness in every sight

21. A crouching fate that frightens and ruins.
Silent, and insolence in his gaze

22. Thirsty like a weapon in palm and tomorrow.
Imaginations are a procession of the confused

23. Lost, guided, and the guided misleads.
And the longing for morning in the soul of the breeze

24. Is like the scent in rosebuds and flowers.