Rima LXIV

As a miser guards his treasure,     I guarded my pain; I wanted to prove there was something as eternal as the eternal love she swore to me. But today I call in vain and hear the time     that has passed, say: "Ah, miserable mud, eternally     you will not be able even to suffer!"

Como guarda el avaro su tesoro,     guardaba mi dolor; le quería probar que hay algo eterno a la que eterno me juró su amor. Mas hoy le llamo en vano y oigo al tiempo     que le agotó, decir: “¡Ah, barro miserable, eternamente     no podrás ni aun sufrir!