1. Our rivers amid the pine forests of Kaskatine
Who can remove you from the innermost of our past?

2. When you soared ahead of the wings of dusk
We were immersed in the pleasures of passion

3. You stole from us sighs and kisses
Leaving us embracing shadows

4. You bid us farewell with yellowish rays
That turned my cheek and forehead yellow

5. Soon passed were your minutes
That were realities unveiling certainty

6. The mountains of Tijuoka greet you
With the tears of distant loved ones

7. This greeting is an eternal cry
That echoes in that valley, ringing

8. Daughter of bliss with the breeze, send us
In this hell a greeting that gives us life

9. If the image of my old age appears
In your clear water, I see my twenties

10. When I saw you after nine months
Passion returned and I remembered Albertine

11. That beauty drew out from my heart
What perfumed the valley and was buried

12. She was like a rod in my hand and a flower
So I inhaled, listened to moaning

13. Today I return to you after her absence
Giving you from my heart that you give us

14. Are you telling the tale of our passion
When I am confused by eyes upon eyes?

15. So I say this love taught me piety
As if it were verses of Plato

16. I unleashed my heart to the air and passion
So it learned to soar and sing

17. The fluttering of wings over winds attracts it
Though long has it followed the sad morning

18. For every bird has fluttering wings
In which is a weeping song for us

19. Won’t you smile when kissing a carnation
Neighboring the two eagles in your rosy cheek?

20. How many a smile sings to the poor and a smile
Guides the lost and sets the captive free

21. You tell me, “You are the morning breeze and I am the fragrance
So take the basil and give me the melody”

22. Let me on my tender branch and scent me
And do not extend your right hand to the flowers

23. And if you see a flower in your path
Be reasonable and do not be a mad lover

24. It may wilt so say
How miserable was its smitten heart

25. Its wilting from a touch or plucking
Resembles the two guilty ones

26. Tijuoka, daughter of clouds, make me feel secure
For my heart, my heart, seeks insurance

27. And give it from the depths of your heart a breath
With which it can forget traps and knives

28. How many birds safely peck
Love, rule, and branches?

29. While I have no burrow or branch. Won’t you
Give me some of what you give them?

30. My sun hangs and my night closes in
And my minutes have been long years

31. The spring of my life is far, its fall
Alas, I have lost something precious

32. So I am a withered rose from neglect
But my perfume is still stored

33. How often I saw thorns growing around me
So I pitied the madman tomorrow who will be miserable

34. This is my fate, my flower bundled
Melts away and my hopes die as embryos

35. Whenever I plant, I see others reap
And if I give generously, he becomes stingy

36. No good in the good that makes the young man miserable
So being humbled provides us self-sufficiency

37. My soul yearns for tranquility after
Seeing cities and palaces as prisons

38. And people in them like beasts. I wish
For refuge on those trustworthy rocks

39. They never stop fluttering vainly
As if they were born swooping down

40. Their hearts from what they have become worshippers
Do not accept influence or softening

41. They worshipped metals that corrupted their morals
So I saw them deviant, letting themselves be misguided

42. How much bitterness I tasted from them that my liver cracked
And I saw no helper in tribulations

43. At times I opened my wound, at others dressed it
My blood and tears flowed at one point

44. My beauties, virtues, and poems
Do not provide against the yellowness of coins

45. For pieces of metal struck
By the hands of insolent drunkards

46. The soul suffers whose stars
Adorned the highest celestial sphere

47. Our coarse ones divided clothing and wealth
While the nobles were forced to beg

48. Who gives does not bestow, and who deprives attains
Be faithful to God and be content with your religion

49. And if you see despair carrying a dagger
Do not censure the skeptic and madman

50. Poverty is the root of evil and blasphemy
That in despair tore the veil of our sublime ones

51. Who will cry over virtue if it falls dead
And is made to drink aloes and fetid water?

52. I saw God heedless of it
While people never ceased to forget it

53. Passions are like storms inside the breast
So ask the tumultuous sea for a ship

54. Hope for my lifelong pain all of it
And I see what will lead us to life

55. Tijuoka, O my affectionate mother and my nation
In you nature pities the miserable

56. I saw you in the morning as a young girl
Smiling at the shade and lights

57. Wearing the king’s robe, green and flowering
With the sun’s rays not needing hands

58. From the clouds on your forehead, patches
So I loved in you beauty, not adornment

59. You prepared and prepared for me a song
In which I see Paradise and creation

60. And I saw you in the evening, devout
Remembering the era of youth and love

61. Wearing the dress of asceticism, under its blackness
Hiding secrets and lamenting

62. On your forehead a shining star’s crown
Guiding us with its brilliance and beauty

63. The breeze sighs in moist braids
Healing us with its coolness and shade

64. How I worship the moon rising upon
Those mountains’ peaks and envy the beholders

65. How gentle is the grieving in the plains, how
Graceful you are, waterfall of Kaskatine

66. Cascading, crashing, scattering
In the basin and thick garden, certainty

67. Its gurgling, whistling, and rustling
Its aroma makes our pains forgetful

68. It is as if guards gathered around us
Yet it remains a faithful guard

69. Tijuoka, you wronged a lad in tribulation
Who remains affectionate and longing for you

70. Complaining with the complainers in the night of fire
And weeping from passion with the weeping