The sun, the rose, and the child
were born the flowers of the day.
Things of every day
suns, flowers, new children.

Tomorrow I’ll be no more:
someone else will be real.
I’ll be no more, beyond
those who wish for their memory.

The flower of a day is tallest
at the foot of the smallest thing.
Flower of light, the lightning flash,
and flower of the moment, time.

Between the flowers you went.
Between the flowers I remain.

Miguel Hernández Translation by A. S. Kline