Another gloomy endless night
Solitude has overtaken me,
Covering me like a shield from the rains of hail
Misery! What have you done to me!
My pocket is filled up with misery
Like a full bucket till the brim;
With blood flowing from my eyes
As if, in a search of a star in sight.
Melody of the pure carnation
Sweet, pleasant and soothing,
Like winds of these lowly heights
Where a view imprints a memory of sighs!
My long lasting summer that it seemed to be,
Though I cannot wait for another one of these blends
That, I unintentionally call: a fantasy.