As de Voguë said of the Russian poets, “Les poetes Russes no sont et ne seront jamais traduits,” so it is with the poetry of Galicia. Both the Russian and the Gallegan are full of sweet and tender and untranslatable diminutives infinitely musical and vividly expressive.[201] When we try to interpret them into a foreign tongue their music dies and their soul evaporates, leaving nothing behind but a dry husk of words. Here is one of Rosalia’s shorter lyrics: “Un-ha vez tiven un cravo Cravande ne corazon Y eu non m’acordo ẍa s’era aquel cravo, D’ouro, de ferro, ou d’amor Soyo sei que me fiẍo un mal tan fondo, Que tanto m’atormentou Qu’ eu dia e noite sin cesar choraba Cal chorou Madanela n’a pasion. --Señor, que todo o’ podedes, Pedinele un-ha vez á Dios, Daime valor par’ arrincar d’ un golpe Cravo de tal condicion E doumo Dios e arrinqueino, Mais ... quen pensara?... Despois Ẍ non sentin mais tormentos Nis soupen soupen qu’ era dolor Soupen sô, que non sei que me faltaba En donde o cravo faltou, E seica, seica tivan soidades D’aquela pena.... Bon Dios! Este barro mortal qu envolve o esprito Que-o entendera, Señor?” I have translated it as literally as possible for those of my readers who may not be able to read the original-- “A nail had once been driven Into my very heart; But whether of gold, or iron, or love?-- I only remember its smart. I only know the anguish And the torment that it gave: All day, all night, it made me weep, Like Mary at the grave. ‘My God!’ I cried, ‘give courage That I may tear away That cruel nail.’ My prayer was heard, I tore it out that day. But oh, who will believe me? I did not know ’twas pain; I felt an aching, aching void, And a longing to have it again! What? Was I really yearning For the anguish I had lost? Good God! Who understands it-- Our spirit’s mortal crust!” On 25th May 1891, the earthly remains of Rosalia Castro were transferred to the church of Santo Domingo, “the Gallegan Pantheon.” The whole town of Santiago took part in the ceremony, and a procession followed the bier,--a procession in which all the societies, the university, the colleges, the professors, the students, the employers of the telegraph, of the banks,--in fact everybody took part. Long rows of children bearing lighted candles preceded the hearse, which was followed by men bearing the standards of Galicia; Cuba was also represented.