Poesia kaiera
XXXI
Ui, ui, ui, damutuko zaizu hori esana!
Itzuli liburua eta tori musua.
Laguna ala etsaia da entzun diodana,
“Buru txiki horrentzat, handia liburua!”.
Zatoz, ikusi nire kapela berriena,
Ezpainak bil-bildurik apaintzen nabilela!
O, berdin maiteko zaitut eta hori dena,
Ustea ez dizut berriz esango sekula.
Eztia izango nauzu, maltzur, leun, azeria;
Irakurtzen ez nauzu harrapatuko ostera:
Esango didate emazte eredugarria;
Eta zatozenean noizbait nire atera,
Egun sano batean, ez oskarbi ez ekaitz,
Eseri zaitez lasai, joana izango bainaiz.
XXXI
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word! / Give back my book and take my kiss instead. / Was it my enemy or my friend I heard, / “What a big book for such a little head!” / Come, I will show you now my newest hat, / And you may watch me purse my mouth and prink! / Oh, I shall love you still, and all of that. / I never again shall tell you what I think. / I shall be sweet and crafty, soft and sly; / You will not catch me reading any more: / I shall be called a wife to pattern by; / And some day when you knock and push the door, / Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy, / I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me.