Epicedium To a Broken Dream

Unlike a jewel with brilliant fire

Beautiful, but without warmth

The desert Sun sears my skin

While my soul in turmoil goes astray

Del luto de mi noche

Mi ángel funesto, tejió un velo pesado

Tupido y denso, más que las sombras

Que en los hondos abismos eternas moran

From my nightly mourning

My fateful ángel knitted a heavy, thick veil

Much denser than the shadows

That in the deep abysses dwell

Find the one that loves

The sorrows of your changing face

Echoes stray, far away

So I bide awhile and I long for the nightfall

When all is calm and the dreams stand still

I count the stars in the shards underneath me

And I shall suffer if it is thy will

So I am sworn to the dreams that I follow

Deep into grief or to grief amend

Engage a war which is so easy to start

But yet impossible to end

Lo! Th'Sun burns my skin to cancer

Joshua trees admonish still

That I'm the only one here dying

Feasting from my mourn so ill

Negóme desde entonces el sol su brillo

¡Ay!, negóme la luna su fulgor tímido

Y la esperanza no alumbró más

El yermo de mis entrañas

I was denied the Sun's brightness

Oh! I was denied the Moon's glow

The hope ceased to light up

The wasteland of my conscience

Thus, all, all has died for me

My hours pass silently like wraiths

I hear only the breath of oblivion shiver and fade.!

Por eso todo, todo para mí ha muerto

Mudas pasan mis horas tal como espectros

Cabe mi oído

Solo se agita el soplo de los olvidos