El aguacero (Canción de la Pampa)

The Downpour (Song of the Pampas)

El aguacero (Canción de la Pampa)

As if renouncing DestinyComo si fuera renegando del Destino
braiding leagues and leagues over the sad expansede trenzar leguas y leguas sobre la triste extensión
the cart goes, creaking on the roadva la carreta, rechinando en el camino
that seems to open up, at the pace of its white shell.que parece abrirse, al paso de su blanco cascarón.

When the bones squeakCuando chilla la osamenta
a sign that a storm is coming...señal que viene tormenta...
A fresh breeze curls the fieldsUn soplo fresco va rizando los potreros
and the ovenbirds make noise announcing the downpour...y hacen bulla los horneros anunciando el chaparrón...

And the Pampas is a green handkerchief,Y la Pampa es un verde pañuelo,
hanging from the sky,colgado del cielo,
stretched in the sun,tendido en el sol,
like life sometimes turns outcomo a veces resulta la vida
without shadows or wounds,sin sombras ni heridas,
without sorrow or love...sin pena ni amor...
The wind from the ravineEl viento de la cañada
brings the taste of wet earthtrae gusto a tierra mojada
and in the song of the old ox drivery en el canto del viejo boyero
it seems the pamperoparece el pampero
blows his pain...soplar su dolor...

The storm has suddenly unleashedSe ha desatado de repente la tormenta
and the rain is a curtain stretched in the vastnessy es la lluvia una cortina tendida en la inmensidad
while the oxen, on the dusty path,mientras los bueyes, en la senda polvorienta,
blow contentedly as if eager to walk...dan soplidos de contento como con ganas de andar...
Bless the song of the tero¡Bien haiga el canto del tero
that greets the downpour!que saluda al aguacero!
The sadness of the road is no longer so sadYa no es tan triste la tristeza del camino
and in the vertigo the ox driver feels like singing.y en el pértigo el boyero siente ganas de cantar.

Langanay, old ox, gray back,Langanay, viejo buey, lomo overo,
silent partner of the same suffering,callado aparcero de un mismo penar,
the same yoke ties us to the road...igual yugo nos ata al camino...
Heavy destiny¡Pesado destino
of walking and walking!de andar y de andar!
Where will you go, gray back ox¿Adónde irás, buey overo
that the ox driver won't follow you?que no te siga el boyero?
And the Pampas is a green handkerchief,Y la Pampa es un verde pañuelo,
hanging from the sky, wanting to cry...colgado del cielo, que quiere llorar...