1. Your poetry is clothed in light, it does not harbor darkness
And your cheek is covered by the night, its light does not fade

2. So... your eyes are armies... and veins and targets
Invasion... and your eyelashes became the vanguard of its brigade

3. It brings the morning to whoever's heart it has afflicted with love
Before the warner... and before he can control his passion

4. I am the one who rightly covered his chest with blood
Ask your eyes, they have destroyed, they do not lie

5. O you who wishes to slay me, and I wish to forbid injustice
A soul that complained of your tyranny, you see, she is excused