by Leona Florentino [Translation by M. Foronda, Jr.]
What gladness and what joy are endowed to one who is loved for truly there is one to share all his sufferings and his pain.
My fate is dim, my stars so low perhaps nothing to it can compare, for truly I do not doubt for presently I suffer so.
For even I did love, the beauty whom I desired never do I fully realize that I am worthy of her.
Shall I curse the hour when first I saw the light of day would it not have been better a thousand times I had died when I was born.
Would I want to explain but my tongue remains powerless for now do I clearly see to be spurned is my lot.
But would it be my greatest joy to know that it is you I love, for to you do I vow and a promise I make it’s you alone for whom I would lay my life.
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