Last Song Miguel Hernández Hernández Page 1   [Listen to readings of these poems.] Painted, not empty: painted is my house with color of the greatest passions and misfortunes. I'll return from weeping to where I was carried with your deserted table, with your ruinous bed. Kisses will flower over the pillow tops. The sheets will elevate your intense climbing nocturne, perfumed in a spin of bodies Hate softens itself from behind the window. A gradual hook follows. Leave me only hope. ~Translated by Eric Swedberg Cancion ultima Pintada, no vacía: pintada está mi casa del color de las grandes pasiones y desgracias.