| EL BOTE | I WENT ROWING ... |
| Jose Martí | trans. James H. Donalson |
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En el bote iba remando Por el lago seductor Con el sol que era oro puro Y en el alma más de un sol. Y a mis pies vi de repente, Ofendido del hedor Un pez muerto, un pez hediondo, En el bote remador. |
I went rowing ín my rowboat all around a charming lake with a golden glowing sunshine in my soul and on my face, when, offended by an odor, I looked quickly down, agape, for a fish, long dead and smelly lay there stinking up the place. |
Trans. copyright © James H. Donalson 2003