You are the calm in my passions
You gave me the skill to dream about her
When I only have her fragrant in the reality.
Oh sad mate,
Make me remember the birth of love
to stop these tears full of pain.
Because the death is upon my faded roses.
And who am I to ask you what love is?
If you hate love, because due to it, men come to you
And are covered by your arms,
which ran away from you days ago to find LOVE