I.
Hard my path on earth is closed;
Light is dead within my heart.
Star of Hope! thou art gone down;
Clay and spirit now must part!
II.
Land of flowers! no more thy breezes
Sweetly shall my forehead kiss.
Sky of Love! Thy beams of light
Shed no more celestial bliss!
III.
Foreign shores, o’er seas afar,
I sought alone with many a tear
Home is lost! no more of love,
No more of friends, no mother dear!
IV.
Harp of mine! thy woeful strains,
Sadly echoing, soon shall die;
Words no more with notes shall twine,——
Winds mid graves my lullaby.
V.
Dark and lone my grave will be
From Cuba far, unmarked, unknown:
Birds will chant my requiem wild,
And dew-drops fall for tears alone.
VI.
Fate, O Fate! I fain would read
The record in thy book for me;——
Death, draw near! I list thy call;
Ope thy gates, Eternity!
Miguel Teurbe Tolón (1820 – 1857) Cuba
Translated by Francisco Javier Vingut
Source: Poets.org
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