Miseria Humana

One night of mystery
With the world asleep
Looking for a lost love
I passed by the cemetery
From the blue hemisphere
The moon shed its light
Upon the cold wall
Of the holy necropolis
Where the owl sings its sad elegy

The moon and its clarity
Offered to the tombs
And played in the cold light
The harp of the cypresses
With that gloominess
Of my heart sister
And they inspired me eagerly
To question death
I entered the icy region
Of human miseries

Accompanied by incense
I visited the deceased
And at each tomb I left
A tear and a verse
Was I there wickedly
Among non-offensive beings?
Did I disturb the captives
Of the deserted tombs?
I went to seek the dead
For fear of the living

The night was very beautiful
And the air very sonorous
And in a golden dahlia
Each star resembled
And the breeze without quarrel
For being fickle and vain
In this arcane mansion
Ran full of delight
Leaving its fresh kisses
In human miseries

The moon continued shining
In the blue of the skies
And the clouds with their veil
Fearlessly covered it
And in procession passing
Through the secret immensity
The restless breeze went
And frolicked in the elderberry
Which pearlized with its light
Diana, the poet's bride

The moon that is Diana
On that beautiful night
Opened like the dawn brooch
Like a flower of brightness
I felt my feet tremble
In such a gloomy mansion
And like a revolting
My heart trembled

Under a somber cypress
And green as hope
And with mournful seal
There was an empty skull
I felt fear and cold
Looking at the skull
As if in its sphere
It seemed to be laughing at me
And I laughed at it
Seeing it in such misery

Tell me, human skull
What happened to that flesh
That gave you beautiful beauty
Like a spring lily
What happened to your hair
So fragile and light
Golden as the morning
Of the dawn's birth
What happened to your thoughts
Answer, human misery

Skull without passions
Tell me what happened to your eyes
With which you killed with fennel
Helical hearts
That repressed illusions
Loved you with sovereign
Passion that was not villainous
In these quiet hours
Tell me what you did with your pupils
Answer, human misery

Skull, how unhappy
You kissed in silver moonlight
And why do you look flat
If your nose was long
Where is the gray mass
Of your thinking brain
Where is the beautiful face
And your rosy cheeks
That on a cold night
A lover wanted to kiss

I am the skull of that
Whom you sang to one day
More than she deserved
Because she wasn't that beautiful
Like the first star
Of the orient, the tulip
Where the auroras give
The dew that drips
Here, the one who laughs at me
Tomorrow they will laugh at him

Here is the great truth
That weighs on pride
Here, gentle beauty
Is equal to ugliness
Here ends evil
And the cherished goodness
Here, the married woman
Is equal to the single
The skull told me
With a muted voice

Listening to those things
So full of horrible terror
I left that cemetery
Like a fleeting butterfly
The full and furious moon
Saw me in its fleeting light
And the audacious skull
Said upon seeing me run
'Here you must return
And a skull you shall be'