That fine day, the wind called to my heart
With the sweet smell of jasmine
"And for this fine aroma
Give me a scent of roses."
"I have no roses now.
No flowers in my garden grow
All of them have died."
"Then I'll remove the weeping
Of the fountains,
The yellowed leaves
And the withered petals too."
The wind then fled
And my heart bled
Oh Soul, what have you done
To neglect your garden so?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In neglected garden how can we get rose or its scent? That is why it is necessary to take care of garden. Wise drafting is shared...10
Machado and Lorca are my two favourite Spanish poets plus of course Neruda the Chilean master. We must replenish the Soul.