RIMA XXX
A tear appeared in her eyes
and I started to say I was sorry;
her pride spoke and her tears dried up,
and the words died on my lips.
Now I go my way, and she goes hers;
but when I think about our shared love,
I still wonder: «Why was I silent that day?»
and she must say: «Why didn’t I cry?»
Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer
English Translation by Armand F. Baker