You are dark - my son of the morning
dark as ruby wine of vintage hue!
You have eyes as black
as hidden turns in silent caves.
My love, you charm me with your dark looks.
You are sweeter than the lilac blooms
making heavy the air of the old country.
There is no music richer than your voice
Even the running of the waterfalls,
even the rippling sounds of tiny streams
or the heavy roar of the rains,
there is nothing to compare with your song
Here on the mountain slopes we wrestle in the sun.
You will soon be as strong as I
O my son of the morning.
Soon you will flatten the grass with my body
and rejoice in my beaded sweat.
Do you remember, O my love, the quiet place
high on the wooded hill, the long view
and the pelicans soaring and backing in the wind ?
Eternity stood still
and we played a wild game
mad upon the grassy slope.
Soon again, my dark love, my darling,
we shall cast shadows like wind hewn rocks
unbedded on the hills.
We shall take water from the earth
sucking like the roots of the cedar
for there is no time to be wasted
and all things have their appointed hour.