When the sweet water of slumber
started to flow
from the child’s wound

and the old woman
put out with her fingers
the last fire

and the stray dogs
gave themselves up
to their chances

in the abandonment
of the ruined city
the ancient voice of blood
was heard again

I have come to be told
oh most lucky king...

Translated by Rodrigo Escobar-Holguín and Ryan Rodrigo Robinson.