A Banshee’s Wail *(versão em inglês de Um lamento de Banshee)

I stared at the great garden

The full moon filled it with shadows

So I saw a woman in blue dress

The wind animated her vestments

Great, torn, ill-treated dress

The blond hair danced as the dress did

Long, unquiet, large

It was smoke that brought the darkness

For me and my garden

The woman in blue dress disappeared

Could it be my imagination?

Could I be getting mad by remorse?

Or solitude?

Missing and despair of my sweet loved

My loved there here is no more

I hear a song

The saddest of all songs

Singed the woman in blue dress

A sad wail

Oh! I cried, I confess

For smoke, it was for smoke

That here I am with my loved’s blood

My sweet and dear loved

Still the blue dressed woman sings

What a sad wail!

What a sad song!

The saddest of all songs

Oh! Blue lady, for whom do you sing?

For me or for my loved?

Because I know that who plants smoke dies

Dies suffocated

The blue dressed woman still sings

The saddest of all songs

What peace!

What peace I go with!

Can be this woman my reaper?

Or my guide?

Singing such a song

The saddest of all songs

I go with her