Psalm
You’ve been a long time making up your mind,
O Lord, about these madmen
Running the world. Their reach is long
And their claws must have frightened you.
One of them found me with his shadow.
The day turned chill. I dangled
Between terror and valor
In the darkest corner of my son’s bedroom.
I sought with my eyes, You in whom I do not believe.
You’ve been busy making the flowers pretty,
The lambs run after their mother,
Or perhaps you haven’t been doing even that?
It was spring. The killers were full of sport
And merriment, and your divines
Were right at their side, to make sure
Our final goodbyes were said properly.
Salmo
Has estado mucho tiempo decidiendo,
Señor, al respecto de estos locos
Que controlan el mundo. Su largo alcance
Y sus garras deben haberte asustado.
Uno de ellos me encontró con su sombra.
El día se puso frío. Yo oscilaba
Entre terror y valentía
En la esquina más oscura del cuarto de mi hijo.
Te busqué con mis ojos, Tú en quien yo no creo.
¿Te has ocupado embelleciendo las flores,
Haciendo correr los corderos tras sus madres,
O no has hecho acaso ni siquiera eso?
Era primavera. Los asesinos estaban llenos de buenas
Intenciones y alegría, y tus sacerdotes
Estaban justo a su lado, para asegurarse
Que nuestro último adiós se dijera apropiadamente.
Charles Simic
Traducción René Higuera
