Si queres saber

If you wish to know
what there is in the world,
thirty verses there are,
I will tell them to you at once.

The shell opens
once each year,
but on your face
it remains all year long.

They call me little nail,
and I go on nailing;
when I am in the shoe,
six stay by my side.

Garlic and mash and mash,
water in the mortar;
there is no one who can protect himself
from this stranger.

My beloved,
my handsome body,
do not love yourself so much
for being so precious.

Tell me one yes,
for I am already weary,
and around your neck
I have already hung myself.