RIMA XLIV
I can read what is in your eyes
as though in an open book;
so why do your lips feign laughter
that is denied by your eyes?
Go ahead and cry! Don’t be ashamed
to confess that you loved me a little.
Go on, cry; no one is looking!
See, I’m a man… and I am crying too!
Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer
English Translation by Armand F. Baker