Noche de ronda [English translation]

Minstrel at nightfall,

How dreary your footsteps,

How sadly you pass 'neath

My balustrade!

Minstrel, your night rounds,

How deeply they wound me,

How heavily my heart hears your serenade!

Moon whose light is breaking

O’er the somber aching of my solitude,

Where are you going?

Tell me if you’re leaving

On your rounds this evening

The way she has gone.

With whom is she?

Tell her that I love her

And I’m dying for her

While I wait so long

For her return.

Say the night rounds

Aren't a good thing,

They bring heartbreak;

They bring misery;

And they only

End in tears.

[for Meri]