TWO GIRLS

FOR MÁXIMO QUIJANO

  LOLA

Under the orange-tree
she washes baby-clothes.
Her eyes of green
and voice of violet.

Ay, love,
under the orange-tree in bloom!
 
The water in the ditch
flowed, filled with light,
a sparrow chirped
in the little olive-tree.

Ay, love,
under the orange-tree in bloom!

Later, when Lola
has exhausted the soap,
young bullfighters will come.

Ay, love,
under the orange-tree in bloom!

Federico García Lorca Translation by A. S. Kline