RIMA VI
Like a breeze that cools the blood
on the dark field of battle,
she wanders through the silent night
full of perfumes and harmonies;
a symbol of pain and tenderness,
in the tragic drama of the English bard,
sweet Ophelia, having lost her mind,
passes by picking flowers and singing.
Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer
English Translation by Armand F. Baker