La pobre loca

In a humble, aged cowboy ranch
lived a girl whom I knew,
but one beautiful afternoon she left her nest
and later I saw her in search of pleasures.

I saw her among the rich laughing out loud,
enjoying like a queen there in the cabaret,
concluding her life with many late nights
like a withered flower shedding its petals.

While back at the ranch the poor mother died,
the absence of her daughter ended her life,
and the father, in huge suffering and sobs,
seeing the ranch empty, also left.

But this withered flower thought of returning one day
to the ranch she had left to ask for forgiveness:
'My mother forgives me,' she said to herself,
'and my father, upon seeing me, his heart softens.'

While everything had ended back at the ranch,
the father, sobbing, returned to the town.
Lying on the road, he found a girl,
perhaps due to exhaustion, unable to walk.

He took her in his arms to help her somehow
and then asked the woman her name.
'Sir, I am Margarita returning to my ranch
where my parents are, to ask for forgiveness.

One day in madness I left my nest
seeking the pleasures that the town offered me,
but today, having tasted the bitterness
I have renounced the pleasures to ask for forgiveness.'

With eyes wide open, stifling sobs,
with phrases of pain, the old man murmured:
'Why do you return to the ranch when your mother has died,'
and as he said this phrase, he collapsed there.

The impact of death was great
upon recognizing in her, his daughter's figure,
the pain of that unfortunate woman was so great,
that soon her mind was enveloped in madness.

Today that poor madwoman wanders through the fields
as if her eternal curse belonged to her,
she stops travelers crossing the roads
and then kneels down to ask for forgiveness.