La Cama Vacía

From a gloomy hospital where he was admitted
Almost agonizing and surrounded by a sepulchral silence
With his usual tenderness, the one he always showed
Perhaps with effort, not, from his somber bed
A sick friend of mine wrote me this letter
Dear friend, I would like you to be well upon receiving this
And may luck accompany you everywhere
On my part, I could very well tell you that I am better
As I tell you my pain, lying on my cold bed
I am now a poor skeleton that horrifies myself
The letter is to tell you that if you can someday
Come to keep me company, you who loved me so much
That I am so alone and so sad that I cry uncontrollably
No one usually loves me, everyone shows themselves unkind
Of so many friends of mine, none have come to see me

But I agree with you, for I see in my loneliness
That this so-called friendship is just an illusion
When one is in good condition, they have friends aplenty
But if destiny is cruel and throws us into an abyss
We see that everything is a lie and that there is no faithful friend
Well, here I bid you farewell, and as I put an end
Receive a loyal hug from one who has loved you so much
And to your mom, whom I do not forget, give my regards
Show her much devotion and shower her with caresses
Take care of her, if you knew how much she is worth
Sunday arrived and anxious for that loyal friend
I entered the hospital, downcast and sorrowful
I went silently to the place where I knew
I would find him in his bed, but he was no longer there
And astonished, I remained upon seeing his empty bed