To my beloved.

Now the moon is full,

The winding path, 

More lost,

Like the memory,

Of a dream recalled,

To the waking, song.

The river gushes, 

To the bottom,

of the ravine, a plunge,

To the depths,

With a raging noise.

To a fallen lover,

Solid and flung;

A beating heart to the nightly moans.

And the dagger 

Draws blood in silence,

As I bleed in water,

Behold, the grandeur, 

Through my shining eyes,

The forgetful smile, 

Of my beloved!!

Lost to the memory,

of her beloved, 

singing my song, 

To her forgotten love ...