Canción del naranjo seco
A Carmen Morales
Leñador.
Córtame la sombra.
Líbrame del suplicio
de verme sin toronjas.
¿Por qué nací entre espejos?
El día me da vueltas.
Y la noche me copia
en todas sus estrellas.
Quiero vivir sin verme.
Y hormigas y vilanos,
soñaré que son mis
hojas y mis pájaros.
Leñador.
Córtame la sombra.
Líbrame del suplicio
de verme sin toronjas.
Song of the barren orange tree
To Carmen Morales
Woodcutter,
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.
Why was I born among mirrors?
The day walks in circles around me,
and the night copies me
in all its stars.
I want to live without seeing myself.
And I will dream that ants
and thistleburrs are my
leaves and my birds
Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.
Translated by W. S. MerwinEtiquetas: Federico García Lorca |
Song of the Barren Orange Tree
Woodcutter.
Cut out my shadow.
Free me from the torture
of seeing myself fruitless.
Why was I born among mirrors?
The daylight revolves around me.
And the night herself repeats me
in all her constellations.
I want to live not seeing self.
I shall dream the husks and insects
change inside my dreaming
into my birds and foliage.
Woodcutter.
Cut out my shadow.
Free me from the torture
of seeing myself fruitless.
Translated by A. S. Kline