RIMA XXVIII

When a hidden voice
murmurs amid the shadows,
and disturbs their sad tranquility,
if I hear it echo sweetly
in the depths of my soul,
tell me: is it the wind that moans,
or is it your sighs that speak
to me of love as they pass by?

When the red sunlight enters
my window in the morning,
and my love invokes your shadow,
if it seems like I feel the sensation
of another mouth touching mine,
tell me: am I raving madly,
or is it a kiss that your heart
sends me in a sigh?

If in the light of day
and in the dark of night,
and in everything around
the soul that loves you
it seems I see and feel you,
tell me: is what I touch and see
a dream, or do you give me
your breath to drink in a sigh?