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Sonnet 184


Amor empieza por desasosiego,
solicitud, ardores y desvelos;
crece con riesgos, lances y recelos;
susténtase de llantos y de ruego.

Doctrínanle tibiezas y despego,
conserva el ser entre engañosos velos,
hasta que con agravios o con celos
apaga con sus lágrimas su fuego.
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Sonnet 184


Love begins with unease,

supplications, ardor and insomnia;

It increases with risks, quarrels and rejections;

It feeds on tears and pleads


Indifference and coolness instruct it;

Love remains itself amid cloudy veils,

until, with insults or with jealousy,

it quenches its own fire wit hits own tears.
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Pues estoy condenada


Pues estoy condenada,
Fabio, a la muerte, por decreto tuyo,
y la sentencia airada
ni la apelo, resisto ni la huyo,
óyeme, que no hay reo tan culpado
a quien el confesar le sea negado.

Porque te han informado,
dices, de que mi pecho te ha ofendido,
me has, fiero, condenado.
¿Y pueden, en tu pecho endurecido
más la noticia incierta, que no es ciencia,
que de tantas verdades la experiencia?

Si a otros crédito has dado,
Fabio, ¿por qué a tus ojos se lo niegas,
y el sentido trocado
de la ley, al cordel mi cuello entregas,
pues liberal me amplías los rigores
y avaro me restringes los favores?

Si a otros ojos he visto,
mátenme, Fabio, tus airados ojos;
si a otro cariño asisto,
asístanme implacables tus enojos;
y si otro amor del tuyo me divierte,
tú, que has sido mi vida, me des muerte.

Si a otro, alegre, he mirado,
nunca alegre me mires ni te vea;
si le hablé con agrado,
eterno desagrado en ti posea;
y si otro amor inquieta mi sentido,
sáquesme el alma tú, que mi alma has sido.

Mas, supuesto que muero,
sin resistir a mi infelice suerte,
que me des sólo quiero
licencia de que escoja yo mi muerte;
deja la muerte a mi elección medida,
pues en la tuya pongo yo la vida.


Since I’m Condemned


Since I’m condemned to death

by your decree, Fabio,

and don’t appeal, resist or flee

the wrathful judgment, hear me,

for there’s no culprit of such guilt

should be refused confession.


Because, you say, you’ve been informed

my breast has caused offence to you,

I stand condemned, ferocious one.

Does uncertain news, not fact,

achieve more in your obdurate breast

than experience of so many truths?


If you’ve believed in others’, Fabio,

why not believe in your own eyes?

Why, reversing the sense of Law,

deliver to the rope my neck?

You’re as liberal with your rigours

as meanly strict with favours.


If I have looked at other eyes, Fabio,

kill me with your wrathful eyes.

If I serve another care,

let your implacable anger serve me.

And if another’s love diverts me,

you, who’ve been my life, strike me dead.


If I have viewed another with delight,

never be delight in our mutual looks;

if with another I engaged in pleasant speech,

let your eternal displeasure point at me.

And if another love disturbs my sense,

chase out of me my soul, who’ve been my soul.

But as I die without resisting

my unhappy lot, my only wish

is you allow me choose the death I like.

Let my death be of my choice,

for your mere choice

continues me in life.




El Sueño / The Dream

…..
Nature lifts and lowers
one, and then the other, of her pans,
distributing her several chores—now
restful leisure, now gainful activity—
on the imbalanced balance with which she
rules the world’s complex machinery

…..
Man, in sum, the greatest marvel
posed to human comprehension,
a synthesis composed
of qualities of angel, plant, and beast,
whose elevated baseness
shows traits of each of these. 

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