El falso mago Amor, con el encanto
de palabras quebradas por olvido,
convirtió mi razón y mi sentido,
mi cuerpo no, por deshacelle en llanto.

Tú, que sabes mi mal, y tú, que fuiste
la ocasión principal de mi tormento,
por quien fuí venturoso y desdichado,

oye tú solo mi dolor, que al triste
a quien persigue cielo violento,
no le está bien que sepa su cuidado.

The false magician Love, who casts a spell
of words dismembered by oblivion,
transformed my reason and all that I feel,
but had my body melt in misery.

You, who know my grief, and you, who were
the principal occasion of my strife,
because of whom I was both blessed and cursed,

hear my pain alone, since for a poor man
persecuted by a violent sky,
awareness of his suffering makes things worse.

                     (©Alix Ingber, 1995)