Sajak Federico Garcia Lorca
Ada tujuh hati
kupegangi.
Tapi milikku tak menjumpainya.
Di pegunungan tinggi, Ibu,
angin dan aku berlarian bersusulan.
Tujuh perawan berjemari panjang
menarik tanganku ke depan kaca.
Kupersembahkan nyanyi bagi dunia
dengan mulutku tujuh daun bunga.
Kecil perahuku bunga amarant
Jauh sudah hanyut tak berdayung bertali.
Aku tinggal di sini, di pulau
yang lain, ada Rahasia
di seputar rongga tenggorokan,
tanpa kusadari ia, telah terbuka!
Di pegunungan tinggi, Ibu,
(hatiku berkudung gema-gema
dalam ruang kosong sekerlip bintang)
angin dan aku berlarian bersusulan.
Ada tujuh hati
kupegangi.
Tapi milikku tak menjumpainya.
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Song of the Boy with Seven Hearts
Seven hearts
I hold.
But mine does not encounter them.
In the high mountains, mother,
the wind and I ran into each other.
Seven young girls with long fingers
carried me on their mirrors.
I have sung through the world
with my mouth of seven petals.
My galleys of amaranth
have gone without ropes or oars.
I have lived in the lands
of others, My secrets
round my throat,
without my realising it, were open!
In the high mountains, mother,
(my heart above the echoes
in the album of a star)
the wind and I ran into each other.
Seven hearts
I hold.
But mine does not encounter them.
