Espelho Quebrado [English translation]

With his whip, the wind

Shatters the mirror of the lake.

In me more violent was

The damage

Because the wind in passing

Whispered your name

Once murmured,

Left me.

So rapidly it passed

Not knowing how to destroy me

In the heartbreak in which I am

So fixed.

But its passage

In glass cut from

The lake in my image

Enthralls me.

The crystal liquid

Of my eyes without you,

In vain a gale,

I asked,

In order to break

The mirror, cause of my lament,

And I remained with a face

Tearless.

In order to break

The mirror, cause of my lament,

Within me was more violent

The wind.