La poderosa muerte [English translation]

What was man?

In which part of his open conversation

between the grocery stores and the whistles

in which of his metal movements

did the indestructible live, the everlasting, life?

All faded away while waiting for their death

Their short daily death

and their shattering fate of each day

was like a black goblet they drank while trembling.

Then I climbed the ladder of the Stone

then I climbed the ladder of the Stone

among the awful tangle of the lost jungles

to you, Macchu Picchu.

High City of rising Stones

Finally dwelling of the one who did not hide

the terrestrial Things in the sleeping apparels

In you, like two parallel lines

the cradle of the Lightning and man

rocked in the wind of thorns

Stone mother, foam of the Condors

high reef of the human dawn.

When the man of the Colour of clay

became clay

and when the Little eyelids closed.

Full of Rough walls, populated with Castles

and when the whole man tangled up in his hole

accuracy was raised

The high place of human dawn

the highest vessel that contained silence

a life of Stone after so many lives.