by Amado Nervo
Very near my setting sun, I bless you, Life,
because you never gave me neither unfilled hope;
nor unfair work, nor undeserved sorrow.
Because I see at the end of my rough road
that I was the architect of my own destiny;
and if I extracted the sweetness or the bitterness of things,
it was because I put the sweetness or the bitterness in them:
when I planted rose bushes I always harvested roses.
…Certainly, winter is going to follow my youth:
But you didn’t tell me that May was eternal!
I found without a doubt long my nights of pain;
But you didn’t promise me only good nights;
And in exchange I had some peaceful ones…
I loved, I was loved, the sun caressed my face.
Life you owe me nothing! Life, we are at peace!