Afectos varios de su corazón,
fluctuando en las ondas de los cabellos de Lisi
En crespa tempestad del oro undoso
nada golfos de luz ardiente y pura
mi corazón, sediento de hermosura,
si el cabello deslazas generoso.
Leandro en mar de fuego proceloso,
su amor ostenta, su vivir apura;
Icaro en senda de oro mal segura
arde sus alas por morir glorioso.
Con pretensión de fénix, encencidas
sus esperanzas, que difuntas lloro,
intenta que su muerte engendre vidas.
Avaro y rico, y pobre en el tesoro,
el castigo y la hambre imita a Midas,
Tántalo en fugitiva fuente de oro.
Several reactions of his heart,
bobbing on the waves of Lisi's hair
Within a curly storm of wavy gold
must swim great gulfs of pure and blazing light
my heart, for beauty eagerly athirst,
when your abundant tresses you unbind.
Just like Leander in a fire-tossed sea,
its love displays, extinguishes its life;
like Icarus, its golden path unsure,
its wings catch fire -- in glorious flames it dies.
So very like the Phoenix, with its hopes
all burnt, whose expiration I lament,
it wants its death to make new lives from old.
So miserly and rich, in treasure poor,
in trials and humger Midas imitates;
Tantalus in a fleeting fount of gold.
Translated by Alix IngberEtiquetas: Francisco de Quevedo |
