If the fortune teller had told me
that one day you would be my love
I would not have written love poems for any man.
Silently I pray
that you will remain mine.
If the fortune teller had told me
that I would touch the moon's splendid face
I would not have dallied with the brook's pebbles
would not have strung my hopes from counterfeit pearls.
If the fortune teller had told me
that my love
would be a prince on a ruby horse
the world would have bound me in her feathered tresses
and I would not have dreamt of dying.
If the fortune teller had told me
that my love in the midst of the snowy night
would offer me the sun in his hands
my lungs would not have become so feeble
and yesterday's grief would not weigh so heavy on my eyes.
If the fortune teller had told me
that I would encounter you in this labyrinth
I would never have cried for anything
I would have gathered my tears
all my tears
for the day when you might abandon me.
