The Blue-Eyed Giant, the Miniature Woman and the Honeysuckle

He was a blue-eyed giant,
he loved a miniature woman.
The woman’s dream was of a miniature house
   with a garden where honeysuckle grows
     in a riot of colours
       that sort of house.

The giant loved like a giant,
and his hands were used to such big things
      that the giant could not
Make the building,
      could not knock on the door
Of the garden where the honeysuckle grows
      in a riot of colours
         at that house.

He was a blue-eyed giant,
he loved a miniature woman,
a mini miniature woman.
The woman was hungry for comfort
    and tired of the giant’s long strides.
And bye bye off she went to the embraces of a rich dwarf
    with a garden where honeysuckle grows
      in a riot of colours
        that sort of house.

Now the blue-eyed giant realizes,
there can’t be a grave for giant’s loves:
in the garden where honeysuckle grows
     in a riot of colours
      that sort of house…

Tr. by Nilüfer Mizanoğlu-Reddy