Umbrío Por La Pena

Shaded by sorrow, almost dark, because sorrow blackens when it bursts, where I do not find myself, no man is more sorrowful than none. Sorrow with sorrow and sorrow for breakfast, sorrow is my peace and sorrow my battle, a dog that neither leaves me nor shuts up, always faithful to its owner, but annoying. Thistles, sorrows oppose their crown to me, thistles, sorrows goad me with their leopards and do not leave me any good bone. My person will not be able to withstand the sorrow surrounded by sorrows and thistles: how much suffering to die!