Not another tear...

Not another tear in your eyes.

My love, Queen of my heart 

Get up from your illness and your suffering,

And this by the power and my convictions in God!

I confess to you that in my bowels

Vibrate all the instances of torment,

And ill-spiked wisps of great concern for thee.

At times my heart is filled with fear and anguish

And I know not around me, or in my mind,

Where to hang the balance of my senses?

I don't have the strength

To think, to cry or to hesitate.

Your absence invites a silence that breaks

The walk of ease on all smiles.

Your entrails share the horrible strength of sorrow 

That gushes the ungodliness of this incoherence, that you live.

My breath hesitates, but I have faith

That the colors of the dawn and even 

The melancholy of the dew accompany you

With their best wishes.

The voice of the orchids intermingle and sing for you 

Your return to your beautiful nature a little shaken,

Under the bright sun 

This bitterness transforms our hot summer days,

And in the midst of your incumbent reality,

We waltz too close to solitude.

Finally, if it were not the tenderness of the sky 

And the compassion of God, all powerful,

By his grace, the acceptance of our prayers, 

And moreover, by his forgiveness, what would it be together,

You, me, your family: our destiny?

You cradle such beauty of heart

Within the confines of your perfect virtues.

The weakness of your body fills you with an aura of reclusion

But fortunately, it reveals your greatness,

And especially from where you recover this joy,

That we all crown with love

And our best feelings 

They are there so that no one 

No one will see another tear in your eyes.

Ah, let him be filled with honor, vision and prudence,

The man who embraces the certainty of his convictions,

For the perfection and harmony of human existence.

He always finds the best delights.