Oh, mystic books, surrounded by glory, 

Holders of knowledge and magnificent storytellers. 

You are the light that illuminates my lost mind. 

You bring felicity to my monotonous days. 

I hear the serenity in which you tell your exquisite stories. 

 

There is no other beauty like yours in the entire universe. 

Not even the immense ocean has your greatness

Because there is no life if books are not present.

If you did not exist, poor my soul, poor the ignorant me. 

Fill my lost mind, find my inspiration, and stop my crying.

 

Most people don’t appreciate you, beautiful helper;

Your medicine masked with words cures my afflictions.

A life without books is like a night without stars.

In all your splendor, a special song I hear.

It is you! Perpetual being, that for centuries is preserved. 

 

For centuries, you have transmitted the words of greatness,

Greatness of the ones that cannot speak nor tell anymore. 

Every book brings brightness to my gray life 

And keeps intoxicating my senses with pure art and truth. 

Please! never leave me, knowledge provider, my eternal friend. 

 

To my enigmatic books that hug my old, desolate desk, 

Your unique stories fill the ocean of mysteries in my brain. 

All of you should have the same recognition of the Holy Book,

For you also provide wisdom and cure the soul.  

Be always my company, wise, eternal friend.