The Little Mute Boy

by Federico García Lorca （Translated by W. S. Merwin）     The little boy was looking for his voice.     （The king of the crickets had it.）     In a drop of water     the little boy was looking for his voice.     I do not want it for speaking with；     I will make a ring of it     so that he may wear my silence     on his little finger     In a drop of water     the little boy was looking for his voice.     （The captive voice， far away，put on a cricket's clothes.）