I knew you loved me, how would I ignore
When I spied you behind the house embracing
My white starched dress
vibrating against the sky,
My innocent joy deepened
The blues of heaven and sea.
I didn’t tell you out of shame that day
That the damned priest ransacked the chapel
And my honour
From the terrace to the port
I glimpsed the white sails that were taking you away
The boat spattering foam like fine tears.
A lifetime has passed, my friend,
Since I surrendered you to the Americas.
But I still ask myself
What would have happened had I not been so proud,
I ask myself and I answer myself
It is better thus, that you remember me a maiden.
Translated from the Spanish