Syrinx by Ruben Dario

Daphne, divine Daphne! I want to look for the slight
Cane that corresponds to your avoiding lips;
I will make a flute out of her and I will invent motives
That will make ecstatic of love the snow swans.

To my song time will seem briefer,
Like Pan in the fields will make the goats dance;
Like Orpheus I will make have the lions captive,
And I will move the empire of Love that moves everything.

And everything will be, Daphne, for the secret virtue
That in the subtle fiber of the cane locates
With the passion of a god the poet’s dream;

Because if from the flute my mouth plays
The sonorous plant, its mystery interprets
And harmony is born from your mouth’s kiss.

Syrinx by Ruben Dario

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Lawndale, United States

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my own translation of a poem by Ruben Dario, born in Nicaragua, died 1916.

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