شبانه

Nocturnal

 

The night is dark,

The night is awake,

The night is abundant.

The most beautiful night to die.

 

Tell the sky to give me a dagger made of the diamond of its stars.

 

The night, all the night,

Has remaind sleepless

From the epic of the quarrelsome sea.

 

An empty sea,

The poor sea…

 

The old jungle breathed heavily and shook itself

And a bird that had flown from the sandy shore

Perched clamorously in the darksome swamp.

The darksome swamp,

Rose lightly from sleep

And with the endless lullaby of the aimless sea

Again

Sank into a dreamless sleep…

 

The jungle is stranger to wailing and epic,

And it covers

The wound of the ax

With the green enamel of the moss.

The epic of the sea

Is from fear of stagnation and silence.

 

The night is dark,

The night is sick,

It is awake from the fearful roar of the sea;

The night is pregnant with shadows and roar of the abundant sea,

It is the most beautiful night for loving.

 

With your eyes,

No more Ined the diamond of the stars;

Tell

The sky.