Pastorale

In the forest that morning

They still tell the story

Of the girl who started singing

To birds and colors

The season spreading

Its nudity in the just-born morning

Gathered its beams

On trembling foliage

She devoted herself

Entirely to the day

Climbed the hilly slope

Bathed her young blood in the ravine

In the valley of a day.

Sitor Situmorang
after the French translation of Louis-Charles Damais