As I was carrying my Bane On ice in springtime, - The ice gave way - my soul lost hold, Like a stone it fell underwater, - But Bane - even though ponderous, grasped sharp edges and managed to stay afloat. And Bane since that day Relentlessly seeks me everywhere, - Rumours and echoes of Rumours - Are Bane’s companions. And that I had not died - Only the bare willow tree knew As well as the various quails   I wonder who spoke To my Lord, - Which creature - gave me away, did not keep my secret, - And not himself because of the passion he felt, He followed me, But with him came both Bane and Rumour. He overtook me, reached for me - Embraced me, carried me in his arms, - Beside him, upon the saddle, Bane smiled. But my beloved could not stay - All in all it was just one day, But Bane - for all eternity remained...
© Ernesto ?. Translation, 2018