1. My greetings to those whose hand if touched
By the breeze's hand would feel my torment

2. She passed by the rose in her sleeves and trembled
With sorrow saying, "Is this his bloody heart?"

3. And saw a thirsty branch fallen down
In which she saw nothing but my illnesses

4. And you hear the birds lamenting with their cries
Complaining, and in their complaints you hear my melodies

5. The essence of love in it appears to me
As if I'm stuck in its fantasies

6. Oh, the wonder, I look in the mirror
And I don't see myself though it's in front of me

7. Oh sister of the sun, your cheek glows like it
And sister of the moon, your face shines

8. I was not like them but so you may smile
At my nights in love and my days in love