El Indio Muerto

The Dead Indian

El Indio Muerto

The sky is in mourningEl cielo está enlutado
with a dull poncho of cloudsde opaco poncho de nubes
the day died in the distanceel día murió a lo lejos
they are watching over it with redness.lo están velando arreboles.

The hills echoLos cerros devuelven ecos
the song of the chilicotedel canto del chilicote
lost among the weedsque perdido entre los yuyos
chanting sad prayers.corea responsos tristes.

The Indian poet has diedHa muerto el indio poeta
the erkes keep silencesilencio le hacen los erkes
and in the streams of Antay en los arroyos de Anta
the willows cry for his death.lloran los sauces su muerte.

The day comes slowlyEl día se viene lento
pink clouds await itlo esperan rosadas nubes
to tell it about the mourningpara contarle del luto
that overwhelms the deep valleys.que embarga a los hondos valles.

Indian of the sad whistleIndio del triste silbo
your song is held by the mountaintu canto lo tiene el monte
at night it will give it to the windde noche lo dará al viento
to carry it through the air.pa´que lo arree por los aires.