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I have only my sorrow, and want nothing more.

She has been and still is faithful.

What more could I want, since in those hours when my soul was crushed beneath my heart, she was there, seated at my side.

Oh Sorrow, look, finally I have come to respect you since I know that you will never depart.

Yes, I admit that you were forced to become beautiful, you who never left the pitiful hearth of my poor black heart.

Oh my Sorrow, you are better than a beloved.

For I know on the day of my death you will be there, still, oh Sorrow, trying to invade my heart.