With hsi four dromedaries,
Don Pedro d’Alfaroubeira
Wandered the world and marvelled at it.
He did what I would to do
If I had four dromedaires
The hair of this goat, and even
The hair of gold which took Jason so much effort
Are worth nothing compared to
The hair of her I love.
Here is the delicate locust
The food of St. John.
Let my verse be like her
A treat for the best people.
Dolphins, you play in the sea
But the water is always bitter
At times my joy bursts out
But life is still cruel
Uncertainty, O my delights!
You and I we proceed
Just like the crayfish proceeds
Backwards, backwards
In your fishtanks, in your ponds
Carp, you live so very long!
Has death forgotten you,
Fish of melancholy?