A WOMAN HAS POISONED MY SOUL

by: Gustavo Adolfo Becquer (1836-1870)

      woman has poisoned my soul,
      Another has poisoned my body;
      Neither came for me,
      Of neither do I complain.

      As the world is round, this earthly wheel;
      If tomorrow, rolling along, this poison
      Poisons another in turn, don't accuse me.
      Should I not give what I have been given?

      --Translated by Walter Wykes

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