Que tragedia es el hombre / What a Tragedy is Man (Spanish original with my English Translation)

Although Spanish is my mother tongue, I write relatively little in Spanish other than an occasional poem. This is a recent sample from my Echoes of Dawn at Dusk collection (C) 2021.

Que tragedia es el hombre

Que tragedia es el hombre,

Pies plantados en el fango,
Con su mente en el cielo,
Anhelando a volar.

Que triste es una vida,
Repleta de recuerdos,
Y una luz se apaga,
Y se borran al final.

Que cruel es la esperanza,
Que como un espejismo,
Desvanece en el alba,
De nuestra realidad.

Que injusta es la vida,
Que honra a deshonrados,
Y otorga a almas puras,

Eterna oscuridad.

What a Tragedy is Man

What a tragedy is man,
With his feet planted in the mud,
His mind in the heavens,
Yearning to fly.

How sad is a life,
Full of memories,
A light goes out,
And all are erased in the end.

How cruel is hope,
That like a mirage,
Dissolves in the dawn,
Of our reality.

How cruel is life,
That honors the dishonorable,
And rewards the purest souls,
With eternal darkness.