Oh secret voice, oh sorrow of dark love!
Oh bleating, wounds and spikes, oh rocky cliff!
Oh needles of gall, camellias that deceive!
Oh current with no sea, a game of bluff!
Oh boundless night, profiles in black fluff,
celestial mountains towering in grief!
Dogs in the heart, Oh howl of disbelief!
Ripe, open lily, lost in silence calf!
Away from me, persistent voice of ice,
and do not lose me in the weeds and frost
where flesh is filled with fruitless, chilling cries.
Forsaken ivory, I am a pale ghost.
Oh pity me, my pain, my demise,
for I ‘m Love, I ‘m Nature, I’m lost!
Oh secret voice F. G. Lorca - translation
© Copyright: Борис Старосельский, 2003
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