A Una Rosa

In the garden of my life
A rose was born
White as the ermine
Fragrant, pure, and beautiful
White as the ermine
Fragrant, pure, and beautiful

Its silky petals
I would kiss
If within my reach
The rose of my soul

I will not die of longing
Viditay, who would say it
Before it withers
The rose must be mine
Before it withers
The rose of my soul

Your black eyes
That dazzle me
And in my long wanderings
As a bohemian, they light my way

In a deep gaze
I would really like
To tell her that in the world
There is no one else who loves her