by Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz （Translated by Jaim

by Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz （Translated by Jaime Manrique and Joan Larkin）
     Love opened a mortal wound.
     In agony， I worked the blade
     to make it deeper. Please，
     I begged， let death come quick.
     Wild， distracted， sick，
     I counted， counted
     all the ways love hurt me.
     One life， I thought a thousand deaths.
     Blow after blow， my heart
     couldn't survive this beating.
     Then how can I explain it？
     I came to my senses. I said，
     Why do I suffer？ What lover
     ever had so much pleasure？