What we once had, beautiful and great,
In glittering nights led us to the moon.
But the fallacious moon, in its murky and uncertain light,
Denied me love in bitter fortune.
How sad was my fate when I lost your grace!
You opened a wound in my feverish fantasy,
With poems of blood and unhealthy agony.
Staining the white star with mad passion.
Your name today wounds me with piercing pain,
though you were so loved in a better past!
Don't call me nor look for me, the trace is united.
If you deny the caress and then yearn for it,
You'll see it without illusion, sinner,
For this wound of your absence remains in my star.
