Variaciones sobr un teme de Tagore.
The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart..... I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house..... But the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask her into my house; I live in the hope of meeting with her; but... this meeting is not yet
LA CANCIÓN QUE VINE A CANTAR
NO HE PODIDO ENTONARLA HASTA HOY.
He desperdiciado el tiempo afinando mi piano
No he puesto en el pentagrama ni tiempo, notas o palabras;
sólo persiste la agonía del deseo en mi corazón;
no he visto su rostro, ni escuchado su voz;
sólo he oído sus suaves pasitos enfrente de mi casa...
Por eso no he encendido la lámpara y no puedo pedirle que entre.
Así, aunque vivo con la esperanza de juntarme con ella
la cita no se ha llevado a cabo.
