spanish poem

i loved a woman
in his guarded tent
a very remarkable history this is
now while my lips are living
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
when i looked into your eyes
your body's motion is like music
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
all down the years
i go my way complacently
to be able to see every side of every question
for then without
in your arms was still delight