RIMA LVI

Today like yesterday, tomorrow like today,
            and always the same!
A dreary gray sky, an endless horizon,
            and it goes on… and on!

My heart is beating mechanically, like
            a stupid machine;
my sluggish intellect sleeps in the corner
            of my brain.

My soul longs for a paradise
            and searches without hope;
a pointless effort, a wave that rolls on,
            without knowing why.

An incessant voice that sings the same song
            with the same tone;
a drop of water that drips monotonously
            and never stops falling.

This is how the days keep sliding by,
            one after the other,
today the same as yesterday… and all of them
            without joy or sorrow.

Alas!, sometimes I feel a longing
            my former suffering…
Sorrow can be painful; but at least
            to suffer is to live!