Cueva
De la cueva salen
largos sollozos.
( Lo cárdeno
sobre el rojo).
El gitano evoca
países remotos.
(Torres altas y hombres
misteriosos )
En la voz entrecortada
van sus ojos.
(Lo negro
sobre el rojo).
Y la cueva encalada
tiembla en el oro.
(Lo blanco
sobre el rojo).
Cave
From the cave
come endless sobbings.
(Purple
over red.)
The gypsy
calls forth the distance.
(Tall towers
and mysterious men.)
In an unsteady voice
his eyes wander.
(Black
over red.)
And the white-washed cave
trembles in gold.
(White
over red.)
Translated by Ralph AngelEtiquetas: Federico García Lorca |
Cellar Song
From the cellar issue
great sobs.
(The purple
above the red.)
The gypsy evokes
distant countries.
(High towers and men
of mystery.)
On his faltering voice
his eyes travel.
(The black
above the red.)
And the whitewashed cellar
trembles in gold.
(The white
above the red.)
Translated by A. S. Kline