translated from the Spanish of Miguel de Unamuno
Land of Castile, lifting me up
in the rough palm of your hand,
you strike me against the sky –
the sky that inspires you and refreshes you –
the sky, your lover!
Vigorous, sinewy, dry, cloudless land –
mother of gentle lovers and hard workers –
in you, the present embraces ancient colors
from your noble past!
Your naked fields circle around
the concave meadows of the sky.
The sun finds in you his cradle,
his resting place, his sanctuary.
All your districts are grounded high and expansive.
In Castile, I always feel myself raised to the clouds,
for the bracing air of your mountain tops
is what I breathe here in your meadows!
Into your expansive air I will sing my songs.
I’ll lay them on your gigantic altar, land of Castile;
and as they ascend to the sky,
I feel so confident of their worth,
I know you’ll send them back to earth.