Translation:Deep Song

I was absorbed in meditation, winding the threads of weariness and sorrow, when there came to my ear, through my living room window, open to a hot summer night, the wail of a sleepy copla, riven by the darkened fluttering of my land’s Magian music. And it was love, like a red flame... -Nervous hand on the vibrating string breathing its long golden sigh, transforming itself into a stream of stars-. ...And it was death, the knife to the shoulder, the long, grim, and skeletal footstep. -As I dreamed it when I was young.- And in the guitar, resonant and tremulous, the brusque hand, while striking, imitated the resting of a coffin in earth. And that sigh was a lonely wail, wiped out by dust and blown away by ash.