A diamond, a stone provoking thought...

A diamond, a stone provoking thought,
(as much as I persistent it is bright),
a prison cell for pearly, sparkling light,
itself was in a golden prison caught.

Chloris, who even for a ring would not
oppress her finger, delicate and white,
one day released the stone with delight
from golden bonds with which she briefly fought.

But a deceptive sliver gave a blow,
insidious brass has struck to cut and drain
divine blood, allowing it to flow

on crystal hand. Oh, crimson dyes don’t stain
more brightly whitest, freshest morning snow.
Carnations of the Dawn destroyed in vain.

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De una dama que, quitбndose una sortija, se picу con un alfiler

Prisiуn del nбcar era articulado
(de mi firmeza un йmulo luciente)
un diamante, ingeniosamente
en oro tambiйn йl aprisionado.

Clori, pues, que su dedo apremiado
de metal, aun precioso, no consiente,
gallarda un dнa, sobre impaciente,
lo redimiу del vнnculo dorado.

Mas, ay, que insidioso latуn breve
en los cristales de su bella mano
sacrнlego divina sangre bebe:

pъrura ilustrу menos indiano
marfil; invidiosa, sobre nieve
claveles deshojу la Aurora en vano.