It´s an enormous spider that no longer walks,
a colorless spider, whose body,
a head and an abdomen, are bleeding.

Today I´ve watched her from up close. And with what effort
in all directions
she was stretching out her innumerable feet.
And I´ve been thinking of her invisible eys,
those fatal pilots of the spider.

It is a spider which was trembling, fixed
on a spur of rock;
the abdomen on one side,
and on the other the head.

With so many feet, poor thing, and still she can´t
resolve it. And, on seeing her,
bewildered in such peril
today what sorrow she´s given me, that traveler.

It´s an enormous spider, held back
by the abdomen from following the head.
And I´ve been thinking of her eyes
and of her numerous feet…
And what sorrow she´s given me, that traveler.