Me quedaré soltera

I would like to have someone close, here.
I don't want to wear single woman silks,
Wooden saints: that's not for me.

And if I die old without a partner,
Tell me who will cry for an old maid.
Real tears at her funeral.

I will remain single
even if I don't want to
Who will I marry
If my body is old?
The mirror doesn't lie
When I look at myself in it.

They say it's better to be a nun than to be like this,
As I am, with my old dog,
My crying parrot, my one-eyed cat.

I'm like a loose verse without rhyme, without a pair.
I'm a tormented soul counting moons,
I barely have any left to count.

I will remain single
Even if I don't want to
Who will I marry
If my body is old?
The mirror doesn't lie
When I look at myself in it.