The Cry = El grito...

The arc of a cry
travels from hill
to hill.

From the olive trees
a black rainbow
over the blue night.

Ay!

Like the bow of a viola
the cry has set the wind's
long strings to vibrating.

Ay!

The people of the caves
bring out their oil lamps.

Ay!

La elipse de un grito
va de monte
a monte

Desde  los olivos,
sera un arco iris negro
sobre la noche azul.

;Ay!

Como un arco de viola,
el grito ha hecho vibrar
largas cuerdas del viento.

;Ay!

Las gentes de las cuevas
asoman sus velones.