You are the good in me, what has me entranced

Because to deny that I am in love with you

And of your sweet soul, it is all sentiment



Of those black eyes of a rare brilliance

That dominate me and incite my love

You are a charm, you are my illusion



God says that the glory

Is in Heaven

That it is for the mortals

A consolation for death



Blessed God, having you in my life

I do not need to go to Heaven

If my soul

The Glory is You