. .The small boy is looking for his voice.
(The King of the Crickets had it.)
The boy was looking
in a drop of water for his voice.

. .I don’t want the voice to speak with;
I will make a ring from it
that my silence will wear
on its little finger.

. .The small boy was looking
in a drop of water for his voice.

. .(Far away the captured voice
was getting dressed up like a cricket.)

translated by Robert Bly

When I die,
bury me with my guitar
beneath the sand.

When I die,
among orange trees
and mint plants.

When I die,
bury me, if you would,
inside a weather vane.

When I die!

translated by Carlos Bauer

My home over there, my home over there,
My home over there, now I remember it!
And when I see that mountain far away,
Why, then I weep. Alas! What can I do?
What can I do? Alas! What can I do?
My home over there, now I remember it.

translated by Herbert J. Spinden

Light of the soul, divine light,
beacon, torch, star, sun. . .
A man gropes his way along
carrying a lamp on his back.

translated by Mary G. Berg & Dennis Maloney