Vergüenza

If you look at me, I become beautiful
Like the grass touched by dew,
And the tall reeds will not recognize
My glorious face when I go down to the river.

I am ashamed of my sad mouth,
Of my broken voice and my rough knees.
Now that you looked at me and came,
I found myself poor and felt naked.

You found no stone on the path
More naked of light at dawn
Than this woman you lifted up,
Because you heard her song, her gaze.

I will be silent so that they do not know,
My happiness those who pass through the plain,
In the glow that comes from my rough forehead
And in the trembling in my hand.

It's night and the dew descends on the grass;
Look at me for a long time and speak with tenderness,
For tomorrow when the river descends
What you kissed will carry beauty!