Poesia kaiera
Saraswati ibaia
Irakatsi ez didaten zer hizkuntzatan
mintzo naiz ametsetan, topo egiten
dudanean hildako niretzat oraindik
hain maiteekin, zeinek eratzen
baitute bizitza hits honen atzeko oihala?
Ez dirudi haien ezpainak mugitzen
direnik; ezta nireak ere.
Baina Saraswati ibaia
historiaz askoz harago
lurraren barrunbean desagertu zen bezala,
agian gure ohiko giza hizkuntza ere
hondoratu egin zen. Baina
ibaia, ikusezin, aurrera doa
agindu zaion itsasorantz, eta
senti dezakegu haren isuria,
haren egonezina, haren irritsa.
The River Saraswati
Which untaught language / do I speak in my dreams / when I meet the dead, / still so dear to me who / form the backdrop of this faded / life? Their lips do not seem / to move, neither do mine. / But as the river Saraswati, / long beyond history, vanished / into the earth, perhaps our / humdrum human speech too / went under. But invisibly / the grand river flows / towards its ordained sea, and / we can sense its swell, / its impatience, its lust.