Let my desires cease now that they are disabused
of their tiresome and persistent yearnings;
cease here my hopes
that were belied before they were formed.
Not mocked now but admonished,
my cries will reach kind ears,
a sun my eyes will see and some days,
that are made up of uncorrupted hours.
The clear motion of these waves
is a mirror which shows in the purest
glass of its shores my punishment.
All that is now left for security
is the tribunal of the winds for my complaints,
and for my fortune an obscure hope.