Author: Puchkin, Alexander
Translator (from Portuguese): Milhomens, Lia Pantoja

Your beautiful being, in thought,
Once more I dare to caress;
The dream, with feeling
Recover; with joy, shyness
And pity, love thy evoke.

Flee, to move itself, every life;
Move itself everything, and you, and me.
Even then for your poet, dear,
And the beloved, for you, died.

Receive, therefore, distant beloved,
The farewell of my heart,
What widow, or what that embraced
Remains that he loves, silent,
When he will suffer imprisonment.