Joy

I achieved happiness through pain.
I knew the pain that the soul exists.
Through pain, back in my sad kingdom,
a mysterious sun was dawning.

It was joy the cold morning
and the crazy hot wind that rages.
Soul that green springs dresses
Wonderfully it broke.

This way I feel it more. To the sky I point
and he answers me when I ask him
with pain after pain for my wound.

And while my head lights up
I pray for the one I have been in sadness
to the divinities of life.