Federico Garcia Lorca – La chitarra / The guitar

It begins, the lament
 of the guitar.
The wineglass of dawn
 is broken.
It begins, the lament
 of the guitar.
It’s useless to silence it.
Impossible
 to silence it.
It cries monotonously
 as the water cries,
 as the wind cries
 over the snow.
Impossible
 to silence it.
It cries for
 distant things.
Sands of the hot South
 that demand white camellias.
It cries arrows with no targets,
 evening with no morning,
 and the first dead bird
 on the branch.
Oh, the guitar!
Heart wounded deep
 by five swords.