Azucenas

Oh! So mine called purity,

So mine called sweetness,

That I shall always carry

For them,

As if were my responsibility.

I do not believe.

I do not approve.

Oh! Hail the white lilies,

And their sweet smell,

That I shall not carry,

For me or them.

I do believe.

I do approve.

Fragrance of Azucena,

Amani mundi,

My soul is bitter

Not like a white lily.

I am wild sunflower,

In a florid primavera.

And I do believe

With my free soul,

That I am not yours,

To please your carnality,

But the world’s happiness.

Oh, how happy I am alone!