The Eve of my heart at every dawn,
Dreams of a life’s paradise on earth,
The Adam that is in my heart
Is thrilled, at the beauty of Eve,
So serene, so pure as a lily,
Making a perfect link,
Between him and life.
But the invisible wings of deadly death,
Crawl to come closer,
Filling the depths of my heart with sorrow,
Bringing tears onto my eyes,
Leaving behind a broken heart,
And a tomb of my own wishes and hopes,
On which fall the tears from the eye of my heart,
And fill it with chill, as does the winter’s dew,
On the leaf of the meadow of my life.