If in your memories some day you see
amidst the fog of times past
the sad remembrance of me appear
half-erased now by the years,
think that you were always my yearning
and if the memory of love so sacred
moves your heart; clouds your sky,
fills with tears your pretty eyes;
ah! don't search for me here on earth
where I've lived, where I've struggled,
instead seek me out in the kingdom of the dead
where peace and rest can be found!
translated by José Wan García
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