Translation:Deep Song
I was absorbed in meditation, winding
the threads of weariness and sorrow,
when there came to my ear,
through my living room window, open
to a hot summer night,
the wail of a sleepy copla,
riven by the darkened fluttering
of my land’s Magian music.
And it was love, like a red flame...
-Nervous hand on the vibrating string
breathing its long golden sigh,
transforming itself into a stream of stars-.
...And it was death, the knife to the shoulder,
the long, grim, and skeletal footstep.
-As I dreamed it when I was young.-
And in the guitar, resonant and tremulous,
the brusque hand, while striking, imitated
the resting of a coffin in earth.
And that sigh was a lonely wail,
wiped out by dust and blown away by ash.
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