Yo Sé de Una Mujer

I know of a woman that my soul names
Always with the most intimate sadness
Who threw her beauty into the mud
Just like a diamond on a carpet

But what amazes me about that woman
Is to see how in a den of baseness she keeps
Her purity immaculate like a star
Her light among the shadows

When I found her in the deep abyss
Of the repugnant human mire, I saw her so unaware
Of her profession that with mystical devotion I kissed her hands
And to think that there are those who live next to vice
Like a flower lives next to a swamp