Like the wife of Bath Let loneliness do its work. You, like the wife of bath, Return three times to Jerusalem, Go back to Cologne, Breathe the air filled with incense by the censer In Santiago, in Compostela. You will come to know that flesh is As much as or as little As Bracciolini´s feelings When he came across the old manuscripts Covered with dirt, rubbish and the teeth of mice. The dust of your time is the same As the remains of city lying in ruins. Translated by Rowena Hill