La tristecita [English translation]

Blood of the ceibal1

that becomes flower:

I don't know why

it hurts me more today

your sign of love.

Zamba I want to hear

on the evening:

light bud,

that wants to be sun

and it can't be.

Oh, sad one,

still sad,

that is a blue drizzle

murmuring to

the reedbed!

the wind brings it

the sun takes it:

dream in the wheatfield

and over the willows,

love moan.

I feel coming

its voice from the hill:

it is a handkerchief

and I will fasten it

on my heart.

1. A place planted with ceibos. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erythrina_crista-galli