La mare - L'Ham de Foc

La mare brodava, ai, al vespre l’aixovar

Per a la filla venidora brodava-li els panys

Pensaria en mon pare al temps de partida

Que era a tothora

FEMANT ELS XIPRERS a dintre la tomba

Ja va mudat, el tratge de quan fou maridat

Als muscles va, tots de dol amb plor

No vol anar i diu que tindrà fred per la nit

I que al ventre floriran rovellons

Ja van caiguent reixiu i gessamins

Al pati i al manil de la vídua

Ja el dia va eixint

I fils de blanc cotó a sobre terra són

My mother used to embroider her clothes in the evening

For the coming daughter he embroidered the locks

I would think of my father at the time of departure

That was all the time

FEMINATING THE CYPRUS inside the tomb

He has already moved, the suit from when he was married

He goes on his shoulders, all mourning and crying

He doesn’t want to go and says it will be cold at night

And that in the womb will bloom buds

The reeds and jasmines are already falling

In the courtyard and in the widow's manila

The day is coming out

And white cotton threads on the ground are