Sleep, sleep my little rose,
for the horse now starts to weep.
The hooves are all red with blood,
and all its horsey hair frozen.
And deep within its eyes
rests a broken silver dagger.
Down they went to the river’s edge.
Ai!, how they went down!
And its blood ran faster
than the running water.

—- from the drama Blood Wedding, translation by ZJC

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Duérmete, rosal,
que el caballo se pone a llorar.
Las patas heridas,
las crines heladas,
dentro de los ojos
un puñal de plata.
Bajaban al río.
¡Ay, cómo bajaban!
La sangre corría
más fuerte que el agua.