Rima XCV

I took refuge, like a lost ship, in a woman, so she would love me, and her love was fatigue to my senses,      ice to my heart. I was left, in the course of my life, who only yesterday lived in a world of hope, like a hiker is left in the desert:      Alone with God!

Yo me acogí, como perdido nauta, a una mujer, para pedirle amor, y fue su amor cansancio a mis sentidos,      hielo a mi corazón. Y quedé, de mi vida en la carrera, que un mundo de esperanza ayer pobló, como queda un viandante en el desierto:      ¡A solas con Dios!