*
To hear, again, years later, a voice,
hailing you through back streets...
To hear again, years later, that voice,
to seek her out, but fail to meet...
Awakened by the sound of that voice,
tempted to answer, you hold your reply;
then, fancying you know from where the voice
hails, at first you stir, then idly stand by.
But the voice knows your whereabouts all too well;
Nor do you ignore where she hides.
Between you both is a sea
of earth and silence, an abyss
that rends the mind; still, you abide
to listen, as a voice calls out, and wails....
(Translated by Anthony Molino)