Always

You ask me to be quiet,

to flee from you forever to a distant place,

and to depart alone

without thinking of the one whom I love!

You might more easily ask the stars

to fall from the sky,

or the night to lift its veils,

or the day to rid itself of its brightness!

Ask the immense ocean

to dry up its vast waters,

and, when the winds are raging dementedly,

ask them to calm their dismal sobbing!

But do not hope that my soul

can uproot its sorrow

and douse its flame

as the spring-time can shed its flowers!