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| Juan Boscán -Soneto LXI- Dulce soñar y dulce congojarme... |
| sábado, 4 de noviembre de 2006 |
Soneto LXI
Dulce soñar y dulce congojarme...
Dulce soñar y dulce congojarme,
cuando estaba soñando que soñaba;
dulce gozar con lo que me engañaba,
si un poco más durara el engañarme;
dulce no estar en mí, que figurarme
podía cuanto bien yo deseaba;
dulce placer, aunque me importunaba
que alguna vez llegaba a despertarme:
¡oh sueño, cuánto más leve y sabroso
me fueras si vinieras tan pesado
que asentaras en mí con más reposo!
Durmiendo, en fin, fui bienaventurado,
y es justo en la mentira ser dichoso
quien siempre en la verdad fue desdichado.
Sonnet LXI
Sweet dream it was and also sweet affliction...
Sweet dream it was and also sweet affliction,
when I was dreaming that it was a dream;
a sweet delight I'd take in what deceived me,
if only that deception longer seemed;
a sweet not being in myself, I saw
every good thing I'd ever want to see;
a sweet pleasure it was, though so intense
that sometimes it would just awaken me:
oh sleep, how much more gentle and delightful
you'd be if you would come so heavily
that with more calm you'd set on me your weight!
For while I slept, in short, I was in bliss,
and it is right that one be blessed in lies
who's always been in truth unfortunate.
Translation by Alix Ingber Etiquetas: Juan Boscán |
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Sonnet LXI
Amiable sleep (this dream), harmonious thrills...
Amiable sleep (this dream), harmonious thrills
soothing me ( when I'm dreaming that I dreamt ).
Honesty deceived, yet I will be the more content
the more (of) this actuality & truth it steals
O how agreeable to escape myself, to see what
I desire, long for... becoming mine.
Sweet pleasure! Though so strongly does it shine
it almost stirs--at times--a waking thought!
Sleep! filled with dreams, how much more tasteful,
lambent you'd have been had your inveiglement
descended on me deeper still, more keen, profuse...
At last mournfulness' fled (in that dream,
lie's shifting cradle), how fitting! to be content
there... one so unfortunate in levelled truth.
Translated by S. D. Rodrian
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Sonnet LXI
Amiable sleep (this dream), harmonious thrills...
Amiable sleep (this dream), harmonious thrills
soothing me ( when I'm dreaming that I dreamt ).
Honesty deceived, yet I will be the more content
the more (of) this actuality & truth it steals
O how agreeable to escape myself, to see what
I desire, long for... becoming mine.
Sweet pleasure! Though so strongly does it shine
it almost stirs--at times--a waking thought!
Sleep! filled with dreams, how much more tasteful,
lambent you'd have been had your inveiglement
descended on me deeper still, more keen, profuse...
At last mournfulness' fled (in that dream,
lie's shifting cradle), how fitting! to be content
there... one so unfortunate in levelled truth.
Translated by S. D. Rodrian