| Juan Boscán -Soneto CXXIX- A la muerte de Garcilaso- |
| sábado, 4 de noviembre de 2006 |
Soneto CXXIX
A la muerte de Garcilaso
Garcilaso, que al bien siempre aspiraste
y siempre con tal fuerza le seguiste,
que a pocos pasos que tras él corriste,
en todo enteramente le alcanzaste,
dime: ¿por qué tras ti no me llevaste
cuando de esta mortal tierra partiste?,
¿por qué, al subir a lo alto que subiste,
acá en esta bajeza me dejaste?
Bien pienso yo que, si poder tuvieras
de mudar algo lo que está ordenado,
en tal caso de mí no te olvidaras:
que o quisieras honrarme con tu lado
o a lo menos de mí te despidieras;
o, si esto no, después por mí tornaras.
Sonnet CXXIX
On the death of Garcilaso
Tell me, dear Garcilaso,--thou
Who ever aimedst at good,
And in the spirit of thy vow
So swift her course pursued
That thy few steps sufficed to place
The angel in thy loved embrace,
Won instant soon as wooed,--
Why took'st thou not, when winged to flee
From this dark world, Boscán, with thee?
Why, when ascending to the star
Where now thou sit'st enshrined,
Left'st thou thy weeping friend afar,
Alas! so far behind?
Oh, I do think, had it remained
With thee to alter aught ordained
By the Eternal Mind,
Thou wouldst not on this desert spot
Have left thy other self forgot!
For if through life thy love was such
As still to take a pride
In having me so oft and much
Close to thy envied side,--
I cannot doubt, I must believe,
Thou wouldst at least have taken leave
Of me; or, if denied,
Have come back afterwards, unblest
Till I too shared thy heavenly rest.
Translated by J.H. WiffenEtiquetas: Juan Boscán |
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