From the Galician "Nasín cand' as prantas nasen" I was born with plants and blossoms In the month when gardens grew, In a dawn so very gentle In a dawn of April dew. That’s the reason why I’m Rosa With a grin gone red with rue, Bristling thorns for everybody (Never, though, a thorn for you) Since I fell in love (a thankless Thing I did) life’s gone askew And I let it go, believing You my life and glory too. Why then this complaining Mauro? Why the rage? You know it’s true- If my dying made you happy, Happily I’d die for you. Still you stab me with a dagger Spiked with curses. Not a clue What it was you really wanted, Crazy deeds you made me do! All I had to give I gave you In my hungering for you. Now it is my heart I send you With its one unlocking key. I’ve got nothing left to give you, You’ve no more to ask of me.