My heart is breaking into a thousand pieces,
I feel alone like a feather in the wind,
what is life good for now in this world
if I no longer have my mother's caresses?
When I was divulging in pleasures
I never thought that a mother came first,
now that God has taken my poor mother from me
today I know that a mother can't be bought with money.
Not even for a thousand handfuls of gold would I exchange
my mother's blessings and her kindness,
the tears that I cry are of fresh blood, 1
but it's useless because I mourn her too late.
There is no treasure more valuable in this world
like a mother who brought us into being and the life
that her kindness offers until she is gone2
she is always mourned when she has already been lost.
Not even for a thousand handfuls of gold would I exchange
my mother's blessings and her kindness,
the tears that I cry are of fresh blood,
but it's useless because I mourn her too late.
1. he cries blood that is still fresh because the pain is still current and deep2. until she is dead