RIMA LIX

I know why it is
you sigh;
I know the cause of your sweet
hidden languor.
Are you laughing?… Some day,
girl, you will know why;
perhaps you suspect it,
            and I know it.

I know what you dream
and what you see in dreams.
On your face I can read like a book
what you do not say.
Are you laughing?… Some day,
girl, you will know why;
perhaps you suspect it,
            and I know it.

I know why you smile and cry
at the same time;
I can pierce the mysterious depths
of your womanly soul.
Are you laughing?… Some day,
girl, you will know why;
while you feel a lot and know nothing
I, who no longer feel, know it all.