Today your memory pollutes my source

At dawn the heart cries, deplores its flora

Now the echo of your voice enchants my soul

In this infinite space I greet your smile

Your dove eyes light up my darkness

Under your golden tree, I contemplate your fruits

Sitting on your roots, I tenderly desire your fruits

But the hand feels the illusion of emptiness

Hoping to see you again tonight

Today I'm going to the other side of the valley

Valley where my blood spurted without tinting your fruits

Now in the valley, the wind is blowing

The sweetness of the wind mixed with the song of the nightingales

Invade this space where you are planted

At the mercy of the wind, your fruits fall

Alas! my soul now lies under the stone

My soul has now fled under your roots

Steep, warm, round my soul under the stone 

Today the nightingales savor your fruits

Fruits so much admired, fruits so desired

My blood spread to your roots soothes my rest

You'ill see the blood and  know that today I was there

Today my soul at your feet gets drunk

Today will never be tomorow Alas!