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March 27, 2024
My heart, why do you keep awake
during the nights of love,
if your master rests
in the arms of another master?
I stood darkly dreaming
And stared at her picture,
And that beloved face
Sprang mysteriously to life.
About her lips
A wondrous smile played,
And as with sad tears,
Her eyes gleamed.
And my tears flowed
Down my cheeks,
And ah, I cannot believe
That I have lost you!
Love, as a nightingale,
Perched on a rosebush and sang;
The wondrous sound floated
Along the green forest.
And as it sounded, there arose a scent
From a thousand calyxes,
And all the treetops rustled softly,
And the breeze moved softer still;
The brooks fell silent, barely
Having babbled from the heights,
The fawns stood as if in a dream
And listened to the sound.
Brighter, and ever brighter
The sun shone on the scene,
And poured its red glow
Over flowers, forest and glen.
But I made my way along the path
And also heard the sound.
Ah! all that I’ve sung since that hour
Was merely its echo.
I saw in your eyes
The ray of eternal love,
I saw on your cheeks
The roses of heaven.
And as the ray dies in your eyes,
And as the roses scatter,
Their reflection, forever new,
Has remained in my heart,
And never will I look at your cheeks,
And never will I gaze into your eyes,
And not see the glow of roses,
And the ray of love.
He came
In storm and rain;
My anxious heart
Beat against his.
How could I have known
That his path
Should unite itself with mine?
He came
In storm and rain;
Audaciously
He took my heart.
Did he take mine?
Did I take his?
Both drew near to each other.
He came
In storm and rain.
Now spring’s blessing
Has come.
My friend journeys on,
I watch with good cheer,
For he shall be mine wherever he goes.
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Flowers are closed and lambs are sleeping;
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Stars are up, the moon is peeping;
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
While the birds are silence keeping
(Lullaby, oh, lullaby!)
Sleep, my baby, fall a-sleeping
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Your soul is a chosen landscape
bewitched by masquers and bergamaskers,
playing the lute and dancing and almost
sad beneath their fanciful disguises.
Singing as they go in a minor key
of conquering love and life’s favours,
they do not seem to believe in their fortune
and their song mingles with the light of the moon,
The calm light of the moon, sad and fair,
that sets the birds dreaming in the trees
and the fountains sobbing in their rapture,
tall and svelte amid marble statues.
Night of stars,
Beneath your veils,
beneath your breeze and fragrance,
Sad lyre
That sighs,
I dream of bygone loves.
Serene melancholy
Now blooms deep in my heart,
And I hear the soul of my love
Quiver in the dreaming woods.
Night of stars...
Once more at our fountain I see
Your eyes as blue as the sky;
This rose is your breath
And these stars are your eyes.
Night of stars...
My everything, Laureola,
my one and only.
I am Leriano, I am captivated by you,
though I'm very proud,
I'm wounded by this hand,
that exists only once in the world.
My one and only, Laureola,
my everything, my only one.
Give me, Love, kisses without number,
your hands seizing my hair,
give me eleven hundred of them,
and eleven hundred more,
and then...
many more thousands, and three more!
And so that no one may know,
let's forget the tally
and...count backwards.
From the majo who I’m falling for,
I’ve learned this complaint.
He sighs endlessly
Night after night at my fence:
“My beauty, I’m dying
Of rash and painful love
And I’d like to forget you since
I want more, and I can’t have it!”
Someone has told him that on the Pradera
I’ve been seen hanging around with a cad
Wearing silk stockings
And a velvet coat.
Babe, I love you,
Don’t believe that I’m dying
Because of an old love affair
With that peasant.
Due to your love, mother,
With loving, I fell asleep;
While sleeping, I dreamed
What was in my waking heart,
That love consoled me
More than I deserved.
I was lulled to sleep through the favor
Of your love given to me lovingly;
I was allowed to relax from my pain
Through faith which supports me
Due to your love, mother,
With loving, I fell asleep!
From the finest hair
in your tresses
I wish to make a chain
to draw you to my side.
In your house, young girl,
I'd fain be a pitcher,
to kiss your lips
whenever you went to drink. Ah!
Tiny is the bride,
Tiny is the groom,
Tiny is the living room,
Tiny is the bedroom.
That is why I want
a tiny bed with a
mosquito net.
Some day I shall rise and leave my friends
And seek you again through the world's far ends,
You whom I found so fair
(Touch of your hands and smell of your hair!),
My only god in the days that were.
My eager feet shall find you again,
Though the sullen years and the mark of pain
Have changed you wholly; for I shall know
(How could I forget having loved you so?),
In the sad half-light of evening,
The face that was all my sunrising.
So then at the ends of the earth I'll stand
And hold you fiercely by either hand,
And seeing your age and ashen hair
I'll curse the thing that once you were,
Because it is changed and pale and old
And I loved you before you were old and wise,
When the flame of youth was strong in your eyes,
-- And my heart is sick with memories.
The moon—
First time I heard your voice
Moonlight burst into the room
And I saw your eyes
And I saw your smile
And the world opened wide
And the world was inside of me
And I catch my breath
And I laugh and blush
And I hear guitars
You are so good for me
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you
Oh, the moon
Oh, the snow in the moonlight
And your childlike eyes
And your distant smile
I'll never be this happy again
You and I
And no one else
We've done this all before
We were angels once
Don't you remember?
Joy and life
Inside our souls
And nobody knows,
Just you and me
It's our secret
This winter sky
How can anyone sleep?
There was never such a night before!
I feel like putting my arms round my knees
And squeezing tight as possible
And flying away
Like this...
Oh, the moon
Oh, the snow in the moonlight
And your childlike eyes
And your distant smile
I'll never be this happy again
You and I
You and I
You and I
And no one else
Maybe he'll come today
Maybe he came already
And he's sitting in the drawing room
And I simply forgot