Do Not Ask

If the unrest touches you tonight

and trembles the heart with pain

know that one star is dying

on your horizon as it kneels.

And don't ask her anything tonight

on the slopes of sadness as she remains silent

tears heal the souls of the hearth,

that no one knows or doubts it.

Previously, she was very happy

in its beauty, it sparkled

gentle knees were bleeding

abruptly when she fell.

And don't ask her why she's dying

and why she no longer shines on anyone

with ashes her love united

no sprout grows from the hearth.

Do not ask . . .