Sir, It has not yet fallen
the oak, chosen by you will suffer;
it even sounds by its fiber
broken the echo of the blow: still shakes and vibrates
Inside the trunk the steel, to the air the end:
Still by the root of the enslaved ground:
Sir, the fierce axe
It brandishes and trembles again, and this oak will die.
Sir, It has not yet fallen by Jose Marti (1895)
my own translation from Spanish of a poem about an oak tree, by the most famous poet from Cuba, died 1895.
kamel, 2 months ago
Hope when it falls it not falls on his murderers
Natella2020, 2 months ago
Beautifully sad translation. Descriptive and heart-wrenching, I especially loved the tone of the speaker.