The sun shines: now I see the bitter cup

and my lips start to tremble, not of fear,

let it prostitute itself, butt of rage!

The Universe wakes up in the morning,

still half asleep dreaming sweetly, the Earth

in its hand inside the immortal cup,

the sun is boiled in forces of life.

The young rascal and the adventurer

of a lukewarm and mediocre soul

or the perfumed lady whose dizzy-eyed

gaze sees strange roses appear in mid air,

Earth is a rainbow broken in color–

the torrent animates a clean orbit

across fragrant plains and by its return

and wane delivers a peaceful future!

For me and because I love the people

my joy and well-being I stubbornly

neglect. Earth comes to me melancholy

and before my eyes presents a gloomy,

and enormous yoke!  I lower my head

in submission and with pressed lips, I die.