This is the only poem I have translated (when my language skills were much better). I tried my best to preserve the Spanish, but took the liberty to add my own "style" to the translation. However, the meanings are just about the same.For reference, Juana de Ibarbourou was a Uruguayan feminist poet- something you can probably pick up from the poem itself. Photo from Wikipedia.
MADRUGADA
He pasado la noche inquieta y desvelada.
Aclara el día y me escurro de la cama, aburrida.
Hoy yo sola paseo por esta calle extrema
de portones cerrados y de casas dormidas.
Amanecer como de humo.
Parece que el sol, malhumorado,
con leña verde peparara el fuego
para cocer su desayuno.
El viento es húmedo como recién salido
de un baño. En el cielo pálido,
las estrellas descoloridas
poco a poco se van borrando.
Pasa un lechero con boina roja.
Desde lo alto de un viejo muro,
me tienta un gajo curvo y felposo,
lleno de nísperos maduros.
Ando, ando, ando, ando.
Cuando retorne y hacia él me incline
con un beso, para despertarlo,
él pensará también, con gozo ávido,
que acabo de salir del baño.
-Juana de Ibarbourou
DAWN
I have passed the night, troubled and kept awake.
The day is clarifying and I slip out of bed, bored.
Today I alone pass through this far-carrying street
of small closed doors and of sleeping houses.
There is a dawn like smoke.
It seems that the ill-humored sun
has kindled a fire with green wood,
with which to cook its breakfast.
The wind is humid as if
it has recently returned from a bath.
In the pale sky, the colorless stars
are erased, little by little.
There passes a milkman in a red beret.
From the tallness of an old stone wall,
a curved, plush branch touches me
with the heaviness of its ripe medlars.
I walk and I walk,
and I walk, and I walk.
When I come back and incline towards him
with a kiss, meant to awaken him,
he too, will think with eager joy
that I have just returned from the bath.
-Jasmin Sultana, trans.
