Poesia kaiera
Azti hagaxka
Nonbait galdu nuen
azti hagaxka bat
da nire poesia.
Orain mutu nago, eta
atzera ezin eginki urrun.
Eskale bihurtu nau
haren galerak.
Lohadar endurtu bat
iduri du. Begi itsuaz
nabil nire iraganeko
altxorren bila.
Ezin ditut ezagutu
adiskideak edo etsaiak.
Izan nintzenaren
hondar mutu bat naiz,
beste norbaitek itzalitako
su baten txingarra.
A Divining Rod
A divining rod / I misplaced somewhere / is my poetry / I am now mute and / irreversibly remote / I am beggared / by its loss / It seems like the withering / of a limb / with blinded eyes / I search for the treasures / of my past / I cannot recognise / my friends or my foes / I am a mute remnant / of what I was / the embers of a fire / someone other than I / put out