Let the Miser Burn, Let the Traitor Burn, Let the Rich Man Burn

Let the miser burn
let his wall be endless.

Let the traitor burn
let all desire be his shadow.

Let the rich man burn
may his blindness be made of gold
may his wine be sour
his face hard
his tomb a bog
instead of stone,
let his love
ooze hate
and his house hate,
let landslide
desert
and wind
be his days
his nights
and his sleep.

Traslated from Spanish by Rowena Hill