El paso de la seguiriya
Entre mariposas negras,
va una muchacha morena
junto a una blanca serpiente
de niebla.
Tierra de luz,
cielo de tierra.
Va encadenada al temblor
de un ritmo que nunca llega;
tiene el corazón de plata
y un puñal en la diestra.
¿Adónde vas, siguiriya
con un ritmo sin cabeza?
¿Qué luna recogerá
tu dolor de cal y adelfa?
Tierra de luz,
cielo de tierra.
The footsteps of la siguiriya
Through black butterflies
goes a girl with dark hair
joined to a white serpent
of mistiness.
Earth of light,
Sky of Earth.
She goes tied to the trembling
of a rhythm that never arrives:
she has a heart of silver
and a dagger in her hand.
‘Where do you go, Siguiriya
with a mindless rhythm?
What moon will gather up your
grief of lime and oleander?
Earth of light,
Sky of Earth.
Translated by A. S. Kline Etiquetas: Federico García Lorca |
THE SIGUIRIYA'S STEPPING OUT
Among black butterflies
goes a dark-haired girl
beside a white snake
of mist.
Earth of light,
sky of earth.
Goes chained to the throbbing
of a rhythm that never comes;
she has a heart of silver,
and a dagger in her hand.
Where are you going, siguiriya,
with such a mindless rhythm?
What moon will gather up
your pain of lime and oleander?
Earth of light,
Sky of earth
Translated by Tim Chilcott