Milonga del Solitario

I like from time to time
To get lost in a drone
Because while droning
I see that I don't even control myself
The strings are weaving
The paths of thought
And in the slow trot
Of a rural milonga
The best of feelings
Are coming out into the field

None should think
That I come in a spirit of revenge
It's not my fault if on the field
I have what it takes to gallop
Whoever wants to beat me
Must have a good horse
I will take off my hat
Because that's how I've been taught
And I consider myself well paid
Following behind the first

All night I have sung
With a saddened soul
Saying that singing is the open
Wound of a sacred feeling
I have no one by my side
Because I don't seek pity
I despise charity
For the shame it holds
I am, I am like a lion of the hills
I live and die in solitude

If the treacherous death
Beats me in its arena
Make me with two whips
The cross for my headboard
If I die in my den
Looking at the horizons
I don't want crosses or preparations
Or requests for the eternal
Maybe after winter
The mountain will give me its flowers