The lilacs which bloomed

The lilacs which bloomed last year

will flower again in their sad beds.

Already the frail peach tree has bedecked the blue sky

with its roses, like a child on the feast of Corpus Christi.

My heart should die amid all these things,

for it was among white and pink orchards

that I had hoped for I don't know what from you.

My soul sleeps soundly in your lap.

Don't push it away. Don't awaken it,

for fear that when it leaves

it will see how you are weak and troubled in its arms.