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