Peregrina

Something wrong entered the moonlit gardens

of a once sacred love.

I trembled when I discovered a long-past betrayal

and with a tearful but cruel look

I told the slim

enchanting girl

to take herself off away from me.

Oh, her high forehead

sank down, for she loved me;

but silently away she went,

off into the grey world.

Sick since then,

my heart has been wounded and in pain.

It will never heal!

It is as if there were a magical thread, spun by the air,

from her to me, a connecting anxiety,

a pull, drawing me, pining, back to her.

How? If only one day on my doorstep

I were to find her sitting, as once before, in the morning twilight,

her travelling things next to her,

and her eye, looking at me trueheartedly,

would say,

"Here I am again,

I've come back from the wide world."