It became an enchanting dream in your eyes.
It became a rapturous melody in my reveries.
Golden dust lurked on your ravishing lips,
Awakened by the rip-roaring kisses.
The radiance of that smile still makes
A sweet hangover in my solitary moments;
And make me sing sonorous melodies.
Do you still keep that golden hue on your lips?
That love song turned to be lachrymatory tones
Awakening in the strings on the lute of my life.
And create flaxen ecstasies by its resonance.
Dripping an expression in my heart
Of having composed a thousand poems.
Do you still have that song in your bosom?