
Spanish
1501 – 1536
If trying to hold back this crazy, vain,
impossible and frightening desire,
and if to hide from danger so intense,
convincing myself of what I can’t see,
it does not help to see me as I am,
sometimes courageous, sometimes racked with fear,
in such confusion that I never dare
to guard against the evil deep in me,
how could it help to see the painting of
the famous youth who with his melted wings
in falling, to a sea his name bestowed,
and one of him, whose own madness and fire
he must lament beneath those fabled trees,
and even in the water won’t grow cold.