Mi dolor

I return from far away lands where I went yesterday
I went to seek oblivion to my pain,
consolation to the soul that suffered, by believing
in the deceptions and promises of love.
On my way to oblivion, which is a balm for suffering,
I departed carrying in my bitterness
the cruel memory of the fortune
that in other times I thought I lived with you.

I was
slave of your heart
and I yielded to your whims
and you repaid me with betrayal.
Today, my soul healed of its wound,
I think that I will never again
to beg for your love.
Because wherever I went
my sorrows to forget
of love I knew
the delights to intoxicate.
My pain came to heal.
My passion only gave
the senses to love,
but my soul let
its purity to preserve
and so soon came
its sorrows to forget.

But today I saw you by my side pass by.
My heart beat so fast
that the wound I thought was healed
at the sight of you suddenly opened up,
for neither caresses nor oblivion were enough to soothe my pain
neither caresses nor oblivion were enough to calm my pain.
Once again I suffer for being loved
and today, as then, I am a slave to your love.