Las rosas marchitan.
Mi abuela los vigila;
Sabe marchitar.
<<
Está dejando.
Mi arrugita,
Reducida por silla
De las ruedas
Y lagrimas
Y edad
Y muerte
Al fin.
Translation:
The roses wither./ My grandmother watches over them;/ She knows how to wither.
"I hate to see/ the roses' death,"/ She is saying.
My little wrinkle,/Reduced to [or by] the chair/ of wheels
And tears/ And age/ And death
To the end [or "finally"; literally, "at the end"].
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