You give away your green to grow your sprouts,
                       which straightforwardly blossom all the year;
                       but every time they’ll yearn for the brown seed,
                       and only naked spikes will soon be found.

                       The ere bright buds are now shadowy pits
                       and doze in muddy beds a quite brief sleep,
                       before they come to be the slender ladies
                       which are to mourn her own silvery babies.

                       You watch them from your waning greening set.
                       Over contempt, you raise, and stand, and long.
                       Such is a mother’s trouble to behold
                       her little buds so eager to grow up.

                       Just sun and water help you through your day,
                       as you enliven mine with scented airs.

Basil Scent– Personal Archive

Translation into Spanish:

Albahaca dulce

Entregas el verdor a tus retoños, /que crecen durante todo el año; /aunque siempre anhelan la semilla, /que inevitablemente desnudará sus espigas. //El brote que ayer brillaba hoy es lóbrego despojo /que duerme un sueño breve en cama de barro, /antes de convertirse en la escuálida dama /que llorará la suerte de sus propios hijos de plata. //Los contemplas desde tus menguados verdes. /Venciendo el desaíro, los crías, te sostienes y añoras. /Tal desasosiego es de la madre que observa /a sus capullos ansiosos de crecer. //Lograr el día solo te toma agua y sol, /mientras sanas el aire del mío con tu bálsamo.

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