O Woman! How weak you are and how strong you are!
How you know how to be sweet and miserable!
How can you pretend when in your chest
Your soul is bitterly writhing!
How many die homesick for an image.
Adored that they loved crazy!
How many and how many souls go mad
While the mouth laugh happily!
How much passion and love they sometimes have
Without ever confessing it to anyone
Sweet soul of pain and suffering!
Passion that would make happiness.
A king; dream and longing love,
That fades and that flees in a regret!