Branches move and sadly sway
Their farewell to this long day...

Ancient moon,
Guardian of truth...

In depths of this shaded glen
Where flows perfumed flowers' scent...

A mystic path winds through my mind
Of misty gold, its trees sublime...

A silver caravan of nocturnal gods
They float in silent procession...

Summer reigns in the depths of my heart
As hope's budding seeds make their start...

In youth, I left Hispania
Drawn by the lust for wealth and gold...

Bird songs sweet through windows, drift
Like my restless dreams that lift...

A windswept plain in morning light
Beneath the heights of ancient slopes...

Stars burning in the vault of the sky
Violet-tinged In my Winter season...

Corinth lies in her rocky grave
Battered and burned beneath the loam...

From this verdant hallowed site
By the plains, forevermore...