-1-
Take me and planted me in her eyes
Crucified me on her hands
Imprisoned me in her heart
And threw me on her path
This girl I love
-2-
What good are lands sown with flowers
If they aren't perfumed
With a little perfume
From the perfume that's on her?!
And what good are fair and dark-skinned girls
If they aren't cleansed by the tears of dawn
Spilled on her path?!
-3-
If you were to ask the poems
For whom they are written,
The poems would answer:
For her silken hair
For her radiant cheeks
For her sad smile
For her figure adorned with jasmine blossoms
For her bosom that holds legend and riddles
For her eyes, slit like the early morning
For her lips that call out for me
To return from years and years
Witch forgot me in the land of the forgotten!
-4-
Enough, enough!
Exile, hardship, and lamentation
Oh, my heart, if it weren't for you,
you wouldn't have tasted this torment
How did you enter,
How did you leave,
With such cruelty
Did you bid me farewell?!
Don't say you didn't know
How much you'll miss her,
And you'll walk your life alone on darkness
I betrayed you...
It's okay
Tomorrow, if my country
Reproduces new life
I promise you'll be even happier
And you'll meet your loved ones
All the time
And you'll laugh with all your heart,
Oh heart, and say:
Today is a feast day for me!
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