Clavel Sevillano

A Sevillian carnation, lit up in her braids
Awakening a fever, of immense yearning
A crimson carnation, like a flame
That would set fire to her Sevillian eyes

On her divine forehead, of dark complexion
Her hair trembled, like a Nazarene
And all the stars, lit up
With the light that stole away her eyes

Sevillian Carnation so fresh and so beautiful
Your blood will stain, the damn brown
Carnation that knew her yearning for love
Carnation that all the flowers envied