I don't know if you're alive or dead. br Can you on earth be sought, br Or only when the sunsets fade br Be mourned serenely in my thought? br br All is for you: the daily prayer, br The sleepless heat at night, br And of my verses, the white br Flock, and of my eyes, the blue fire. br br No-one was more cherished, no-one tortured br Me more, not br Even the one who betrayed me to torture, br Not even the one who caressed me and forgot.