THE ANDALUSIAN WIDOW

What have you done, tell me, horrible sea,
with that sweet love of mine?
How could you have snatched away
my beloved with all your furor?
His fragile little boat
set sail from this shore;
where now goes its keel?
Never more will it return!
Great God, relieve the harshness
of this cruel bitterness of mine;
cease the fatal severity
of so much misfortune.
But, O God, you that know,
am I wrong in what I think?
Ah, fatal sea that you are.
Is it madness to doubt
this feeling of despair
that will be the end of me?
That happy little boat,
ah, never more will your keel
touch upon the sand
of this beloved shore!
Ah, my unfortunate child,
fruit of love and pain,
an orphan you have become.
Ah, never more, my little delight,
will your baby cheek enjoy
that sweet paternal kiss,
Ah, all is done…all is dead!
Unhappy little boat…
What have you done, tell me, horrible sea…