Martirio

I have lived enduring torments
But I have never shown myself cowardly
I will drag the heaviest chains
Until my poor life ends

I am sick with sorrow and dreams
I am seeking affection throughout life
And my desires for happiness are lost
In dark and sad shadows of forgetfulness

Into the forests I go crying
In search of the herb of forgetfulness
To see if with that herb I could forget
What I have loved so much