I saw you cry.
I saw you cry! Your tear, mine
restless shone in your blue pupil,
like the white drop of dew
on the delicate stem of the violet.
I saw you laugh! And a fertile May,
the roses stripped by the breeze
they couldn't draw in their swoon
the ineffable expression of your smile.
Just like the clouds in the sky
from the sun they receive such a beautiful light,
that the night does not erase with its kiss,
nor does it outshine the clear star with its light.
Your smile conveys fortune
to the sad soul, and your uncertain look,
leaves a sweet clarity so pure
that reaches the heart after death.