Maldigo del alto cielo [English translation]

I curse, in sky-high,

the star and its reflections.

I curse the tiles

flashing on the stream.

I curse, in the under ground,

the stone with its contour,

I curse the furnace's fire

because my soul is mourning.

I curse the statutes of time

with their embarrassments.

How big is my pain…

I curse the Cordillera

de los Andes and the Coast's.

I curse, Lord, this narrow

and long piece of land.

Peace and war, too,

what's frank and what's volatile,

I curse what's perfumed

because my desire is dead.

I curse everything that's true

and what's false and what's doubtful.

How big is my pain…

I curse the Spring

with its gardens in bloom

and the Autumn's color,

I truly curse it.

That passing cloud,

I curse it so much,

and since it aids my grief

I curse the whole winter.

With the liar Summer,

I curse whats profane and holy.

How big is my pain…

I curse the lonely

flag figure,

I curse any emblem,

the venus and the Araucaria,

the canary's song,

the cosmos and its planets,

the earth and all its cracks

because I'm in sorrow.

I curse, in the wide sea,

its ports and coves.

How big is my pain…

I curse the moon and the landscape,

the valleys and deserts,

I curse each dead man,

and those alive, from king to pawn.

The bird and its feathers

I curse them with obstinacy,

The classrooms, the sacristies,

because I'm hurt.

I curse the word "love"

with all its bullshit.

How big is my pain…

At last, I curse what's white,

what's black and what's yellow.

Bishops and altar boys,

ministers and preachers.

I curse them, crying,

what's free and what's enslaved.

What's sweet and what's quarrelsome,

I give them my curse.

In greek and in spanish

because of a betrayer.

How big is my pain...

• Artist:Violeta Parra