Rima IX

Besa el aura que gime blandamente las leves ondas que jugando riza; el sol besa a la nube de occidente y de púrpura y oro la matiza; la llama en derredor del tronco ardiente por besar a otra llama se desliza, y hasta el sauce inclinándose a su peso al río que lo besa, vuelve un beso.			The breeze that softly moans kisses the slender waves and they ripple playfully; the sun kisses a cloud in the west and purple and gold tint it; the flame encircling a blazing trunk slithers to kiss another flame, and even the willow bends by its own weight to the river that kisses it, and kisses back.
Translations by others:
The softly-moaning breezes kiss the wavelets, while at play, As they curl in undulations with a restless revelry; The sun bestows a kiss upon the cloud-banks in the West, While gold and purple brilliancy their neutral tints invest; The flame around a burning log is ardent in its aim To glide with motion serpentine to kiss another flame; The willow, even, bends its weight down to the longing stream And gives its contribution to the universal theme. Translated by Jules Renard Copyright ©1908 by Richard G. Badger			Kissed by the zephyr that so softly sighs, The light waves into ripples are caressed; The sun kisses the cloud high in the skies And tints it gold and purple in the west; The flame that round the glowing tree-trunk plies To kiss another flame itself doth twist; Even the willow, by its own weight bowed o'er, Doth with a kiss, to the streamlet kissing it, restore. Translated by Young Allison Copyright ©1924 by Young Allison
The gentle breeze with a whispered cry Kisses the water it ripples in fun; The radiant clouds in the western sky Are purple and gold from the kiss of the sun; A flame slips round a tree trunk nigh To kiss with ardour another one; And the willow, trailing low its leaves, Returns to the river the kiss it receives. Translated by Alice Jane McVan Copyright date unknown (reprinted 1938)