Noches Tenebrosas
Miguel Aceves Mejía
Dark Nights
On a dark and cold night,
when the hours silently passed by.
Maybe it was half past twelve on a clock,
the flutters of a mockingbird wandering around.
I had offered my love to a woman,
swearing to love her as long as I was firm.
Unaware that in her chest she had hidden
the sting of a snake to hurt me.
Go, woman, may God forgive you,
you no longer wanted to live from my poverty.
Perhaps another man promised you wealth,
I offer nothing more than a poor heart.
Go, woman, may God forgive you,
you have broken the chains on my chest.
And in my hand, I carry a written letter,
where they tell me to go, young man, and fear not.
Go, woman, may God bless you,
you no longer wanted to have a faithful friend.
And on this stone, I write with my own hand,
you are forgiven, I lift your punishment.
It was a dark and cold night,
when the hours silently passed by.
It was maybe half past eleven on a clock,
the flutters of a mockingbird wandering around.
