Dura Memória [English translation]

Memory of my beloved, sliced into flowers

For the order of my sad and bad Fados/fates

Let me relax with my cautions

In this restlessness of my loves

They suffice: the bad present, and the fears

Of the successes which I await unfortunate

Without them coming, again, well passed

To face my repose with its sufferings

I lost in an hour all that in terms

So slow and long, I reached;

Leave me, with the memories of this glory

Fulfill itself and finish the life in these wastelands

Because in these with my evil I finished

Not a thousand lives, but one - hard memory! . . .