La más bella niña
Paco IbáñezOriginal | Traduzione inglese del testo originale della poesia di Luis de... |
LA MÁS BELLA NIÑA La más bella niña de nuestro lugar, hoy viuda y sola y ayer por casar. Viendo que sus ojos a la guerra van, a su madre dice que escucha su mal, Dejadme llorar, orillas del mar. Pues me diste, madre, en tan tierna edad tan corto el placer, tan largo el pesar y me cautivaste de quien hoy se va y lleva las llaves de mi libertad. Dejadme llorar, orillas del mar. Dulce madre mía, ¿quién no llorará, aunque tenga el pecho como un pedernal y no dará voces viendo marchitar los más verdes años de mi mocedad? Dejadme llorar, orillas del mar. En llorar conviertan mis ojos, de hoy más, el sabroso oficio del dulce mirar, pues que no se pueden mejor ocupar, yéndose a la guerra quien era mi paz. | THE LOVELIEST GIRL The loveliest girl in all our country-side, To-day forsaken, yesterday a bride, Seeing her love ride forth to join the wars, With breaking heart and trembling lip implores: "My hope is dead, my tears are blinding me, Oh let me walk alone where breaks the sea! "You told me, Mother, what too well I know, How grief is long, and joy is quick to go, But you have given him my heart that he Might hold it captive with love's bitter key,— My hope is dead, my tears are blinding me. "My eyes are dim, that once were full of grace, And ever bright with gazing on his face, But now the tears come hot and never cease, Since he is gone in whom my heart found peace, My hope is dead, my tears are blinding me. "Then do not seek to stay my grief, nor yet To blame a sin my heart must needs forget; For though blame were spoken in good part, Yet speak it not, lest you should break my heart. My hope is dead, my tears are blinding me. "Sweet Mother mine, who would not weep to see The glad years of my youth so quickly flee, Although his heart were flint, his breast a stone? Yet here I stand, forsaken and alone, My hope is dead, my tears are blinding me. "And still may night avoid my lonely bed, Now that my eyes are dull, my soul is dead. Since he is gone for whom they vigil keep, Too long is night, my tears are blinding me, Oh let me walk alone where breaks the sea!" |