A un gato [English translation]

The mirrors are not more silent

nor more furtive the adventurous sunrise;

you are, beneath the Moon, that panther

that is given to us to divide from far away.

For indecipherable work of a divine

decree, we search for you vainly;

more remote than the Ganges and the west,

The solitude is yours, the secret yours.

Your loin condescends the morose

caress of my hand. You have admitted,

from that eternity that is already forgetfulness,

the love of the suspicious hand.

In another time you are. You are the master

of a narrow scope like a dream.

• Artist:Jorge Luis Borges