Rima XXIV

Dos rojas lenguas de fuego que a un mismo tronco enlazadas se aproximan, y al besarse forman una sola llama. Dos notas que del laúd a un tiempo la mano arranca, y en el espacio se encuentran y armoniosas se abrazan. Dos olas que vienen juntas a morir sobre una playa y que al romper se coronan con un penacho de plata. Dos jirones de vapor que del lago se levantan, y al reunirse en el cielo forman una nube blanca. Dos ideas que al par brotan, dos besos que a un tiempo estallan, dos ecos que se confunden, eso son nuestras dos almas.			Two red tongues of fire on the same log that approach and connect, and when kissing form a single flame. Two notes of a lute plucked simultaneously by a hand, that meet each other in space and harmoniously embrace. Two waves that come together to die on a beach and when breaking are crowned with a silver plume. Two shreds of vapor that rise off a lake, and when reunited in the sky form one white cloud. Two ideas that sprout as a pair, two kisses that explode at the same time, two echoes that are confused, those are our two souls.
Translations by others:
Two red tongues of fire about the same Woodland log entwining, which are seen Kissing, as they form a single flame, Sinuous in motion, serpentine. Two accords of praise, which at one time Wrested by the hand, approach in space Forming to a suave, melodious chime Melting in harmonious embrace, Billows, which together land, to share Common death upon the shelving ground Which, in breaking up, still proudly wear Silver helmets on their crests encrowned. Wreaths of misty vapor, which arise From the surface of the and vowed To unite within the vasty skies, Merging in a single, snowy cloud. Two deep kisses, which together sound, Two ideas, which one birth unrolls, Two keen echoes, which themselves confound, Two such twin-conceptions are our souls. Translated by Jules Renard Copyright ©1908 by Richard G. Badger			Two red tongues of fire That, twined round the same Trunk, draw near and, kissing, Form only one flame; Two tones, from the lute Struck at once by the hand, That encounter in space And harmoniously band; Two waves, to a strand Come together to rest, That, breaking, are crowned With one silvery crest; Two wreathings of vapor That rise from the lake And, in the sky joining, One single cloud make; Two thoughts at once bursting, Two kisses that touch, Two echoes that mingle . . . Our two souls are such. Translated by Young Allison Copyright ©1924 by Young Allison

Translation notes:

line 2: "tronco"

Can mean either (tree) "trunk" or "log". The question seems to be whether a forest fire, or a log burning in a fireplace, is intended. Given that other references to flame in the Rimas seem to be closer to the fireplace setting, I have gone with "log".