Today no one's come by to enquire;
nor this afternoon has anyone asked me for anything.

            Nor have I seen one cemetery flower
in so happy a procession of lights.
Forgive me, Lord: I've died so little!

            This afternoon everyone, everyone passes by
without asking for me or asking me for anything.

            And I don't know what they forgot and left behind
in my hands, like a horrible mistake, like someone else's. 

            I've gone to the door,
and it makes me feel like yelling at everyone:
If you're missing something, you left it here!

            Because every afternoon of this life,
I don't know what doors are slammed in a face,
and my soul is seized by something strange. 

            No one's come by today;
and I've died so little this afternoon!