EL BOTEI WENT ROWING ...
Jose Martítrans. James H. Donalson
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


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