When dusk appears here,
it dawns in your country.
Night marches with snake’s hood;
my heart and eyebrow tremble in fear.
When night approaches at your home,
our magpies whistle here;
your whole body sweats in fright
as if there were venom in the air.
Lorena, my sweet bride,
we won’t live more on two distant shores;
we will taste the honey of same flowers
and cultivate love-crops in the same fields.
With our four eyes, we will watch the same dawn
touching the same night by our two hearts;
If we become two graves for our love, we will be
but we will stay side by side in the same soil for ever.