My Djura - La Vieja
by Gloria Mound
I. Djura of silent strings,
And yet you speak
Of joy, of people close, known melodies;
Alone, dried out,*
And still you wait
To be made whole, and sing anew
Of joy recalled, companions new, sweet melodies ...
Djura, a young man's work and dream--
II. Silent no more!
And though you sing
In whispered tones, that you may last,
Your graceful form, your touch
Make friends of strangers,
Sharing, loving your--our--past,
Inspiring songs anew!
Thus says the woman, getting older:
I've lived so long
I stand in awe
of sun and moon and tides
Not from surprise,
But rather do I thrill
to see their staying, their returning--
Bless my eyes!
La vieja kere bivir, my mother said:
The old one wants to live yet more,
Para mas ver i oir:
To see and hear yet more--
To thrill, to marvel,
Yes, to live!
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