Rima XXX

There appeared in her eyes a tear and on my lips a phrase of forgiveness... pride spoke and she dried her tears and the phrase died on my lips. I went my way and she went hers; but when thinking of our mutual love, I still say: "Why did I keep silent that day?" and she says: "Why did I not cry?"

Asomaba a sus ojos una lágrima y a mis labios una frase de perdón... habló el orgullo y se enjugó su llanto, y la frase en mis labios expiró. Yo voy por un camino, ella por otro; pero al pensar en nuestro mutuo amor, yo digo aún: “¿Por que callé aquél día?” y ella dirá. “¿Por qué no lloré yo?”