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.）