Let the Poet Come (Que venga el poeta) - León Felipe

Let the poet come.

You brought me here to count the stars,

To bathe in the river and make drawings in the sand.

That was the contract.

And now you use me to make snares and padlocks,

To load a rifle and write in a court of justice.

You brought me here to sing at weddings,

But here I am crying, beside an open grave. 

From Ganarás La Luz