El Rosal
Los Trovadores de Cuyo
The Rose Garden
I am not saddened by what I have already lost
But by what I think I could lose
A love I had turned into oblivion
Today in that oblivion all my love
The rose garden of loves remained blooming with thorns
Oh, sweet thorns in bloom!
I will always keep its first oblivion
As I have kept its first love
And my life will always be in bloom
Of roses and thorns that do no harm
Blessed sadness, equal to my life
To the enchanting life of the rose
