Limosna de Amores

I should have been a mountain and cut my veins,
When before the laments of one of my songs
You put my dark skin in suspense
With words I didn't know.
Just thinking about it gives me chills.
How blind I was!
When with your eyes, looking into mine,
You said like this:

Give me alms of love.
Pains,
Give it to me out of charity
Put some flowers on my cross,
Pains,
And God will repay you.
Don't deny me, my mountain girl, the water to drink.
Have mercy, Samaritan, on the bitterness of my being.
Don't you feel sorry that I cry?
Pains,
Don't you feel sorry for me?
Give me alms of love,
Give it to me, my pains
Because I'm going to die.

I don't need your poor wealth,
Nor do I want you to fulfill that oath;
It is enough and more than enough for me that you cry rivers,
Eaten by sorrow and remorse.
But what you will never, ever in your life
Be able to know
Is that until the moment I am in agony
I will love you.