Sajak Federico Garcia Lorca
Belukar poplar tengah berluruhan,
menyisakan bagi kita: bayangan.
Belukar poplar tengah berluruhan,
menyisakan buat kita: hembusan
Sepoi yang terbungkus kafan
penuh sepanjang awang surga
Tapi, ada yang tertinggal mengapung
gema-gema suara sepanjang sungai.
Dunia: cacing-cacing yang bercaya
merasuk kepada kenangan masuk.
Dan jantung-jantung terkecil
tumbuh bertunasan di jemariku.
//
Prelude
(From Amor: with wings and arrows)
The poplar groves are going,
but leave us their reflection.
The poplar groves are going,
but leave us the breeze.
The breeze is shrouded
full length below the heavens.
But it has left there, floating,
its echoes on the rivers.
The world of the glow-worms
has pierced my memories.
And the tiniest of hearts
buds from my fingertips.
