Al amor (To Love)

Give me, Love, kisses without number, many thousands... give me three more!

as the number of hairs on my head, and give me a thousand and a hundred

thousand after that...and after those...

And so that no one feels bad... Let us tear up the tally

 

Con amores, la mi madre

(With love, my mother)

With love, my mother, With love I fell asleep;

thus asleep, I was dreaming that which my heart was hiding,

that love was consoling me with more good than I deserved.

The aid lulled me to sleep. What love gave me, with love,

put to bed my pain by the faith with which I served you.

With love, my mother, with love I fell asleep.

 

Adieu (Farewell)

How fast everything dies, the rose

That has opened up,

And the fresh mottled cloaks of The meadows; The long sighs, the

Beloved Women, Who have vanished in smoke!

In this fickle world we see the change,

Faster than that of the shore's waves,

Of our dreams! Faster than that of

Hoarfrost into flowers, Of our hearts!

To you one thought oneself faithful,

Cruel women. But alas! The longest

Love affairs are short! And I say upon leaving your charms

Without tears, Almost at the moment of my avowal,

Farewell!

 

Notre amour (Our love)

Our love is a light thing like the perfumes that the wind

Takes upon the summits from the fern

So that they can be inhaled while dreaming.

Our love is a charming thing, like the songs of the morning,

In which no sorrow is lamented, in which an uncertain hope vibrates.

Our love is a sacred thing, like the mysteries of the woods,

Where an unknown soul is throbbing where silences have voices.

Our love is an infinite thing. Like the paths of sunsets,

Where the sea, reunited with the skies,

Falls asleep under the suns that lean over

Our love is an eternal thing like everything that a conquering god

Has touched with the fire of his wing like everything that comes from the heart.