Maldigo del alto cielo [English translation]

I curse in the high heaven

The star and its reflection

I curse the blue

Sparkles of the little stream

I curse what is under the ground

The stone and what surrounds it

I curse the flame in the oven

Because my soul is in mourning

I curse the inescapable demands

Of the weather with its stifling episodes

How great will be my suffering.

I curse the mountain ranges

Of the Andes and the coast

I curse, Lord, the thin

And long piece of earth

War and peace alike

The honest and the untrustworthy

I curse anything that has perfume

Because my appetite is dead

I curse everything true

And what is false along with the doubtful

How great will be my suffering.

I curse the spring

And its gardens in flower

And the colour of autumn

I really curse that

That passing cloud

I curse so much and more

Because it makes me feel more broken

I curse the entire winter

With the cheating summer

I curse profane and holy

How great will be my suffering.

I curse the lonely

Shape of the flag

I curse any emblem

The venus and the araucaria

The song of the canary

The cosmos and its planets

The Earth and all its crannies

Because I am weighed down

I curse the wide sea

Its ports and its inlets

How great will be my suffering.

I curse moon and landscape

The valleys and the deserts

I curse every dead man

And all the living from king to page-boy

The bird with its plumage

I curse with insistence

The classrooms, the vestries

Because a pain afflicts me

I curse the word love

With all its remorseless bullshit

How great will be my suffering

I finally curse what is white

What is black and what is yellow

Bishops and altar-boys

Ministers and preachers

And I curse, weeping

The free man and the prisoner

The sweet and the irritating

I lay my curse on them

In Greek and in Spanish

Because of a traitor

How great will be my suffering.

• Artist:Violeta Parra