"Art" by Julián del Casal

When life, as immense burden,
Weighs about the tired spirit
And before the last God drifts burned
The latter grain of fragrant incense;

When we taste, with intense eagerness,
From all bitter poisoned fruit
And boredom, with masked face,
Confronts us on the vast road;

The great soul, lonely and pure
Despised by the petty reality,
Finds in art ignored bliss,

As the halcyon, in cold obscure night,
Seeking asylum in the mossy rock
Inundating the blue sea of silver waves.