Esos Tus Ojos Negros

Those your black eyes
That afflict me torment
By the blessed grace
Of your serene pity

They are taking away all
The flower of my delusions
And filling my soul
With an infinite sorrow

Those your black eyes
Oh mystery of heaven
The first and the last
Of a holy twilight

Every time I look at them
A comfort is resurrected
And a hope is born
After suffering so much

However, your eyes
Elusive and bewitching
For my supplicant
Thoughtful solitude

They have the farness
Of all the stars
That pilgrims populate
The solitude above

Your gazes hurt me
With a sweet pain
It seems useless
To resist their fierceness

The prayer of the soul
Has become purer
But more overflowing
With immense sadness