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Misery of mine, come

find me to say I'm not alone

in a place like this.

Far from the land

where I was born.

Amongst the flowers you've left,

amongst the flowers I'll stay.

Cruel heavens,

is this all that I am to you?

Tell me what I have done

to be threatened by you.

Oh, misery of mine, what

fault should I bear?

Now I know: my only crime

is to be born.

Tell me, you jailers:

what is this life?

Shadow, illusion and yet

no more than fiction of myself.

Even the rivers that start the spring,

hordes of flowers are born.

You dream of empires,

my friend.

Tell me, heavens, if you dare

what I am to you.

Why am I enclosed in such skin?

¡Mísero de mí!

Mírame, triste reflejo en el mar,

que resiste, que sufre,

a esta vida; agreste realidad.

¿Qué es la vida? Un suspiro, un sueño,

y los sueños, sueños son.