Beauty, by Jose M Heredia

Sweet beauty, of the heavens daughter,
gift that the Gods gave to Earth,
listen benign from any tender lip the pure chant,
The attentive laugh of your pretty mouth
is sweeter than bitter honey,
your face dyes with carnation and roses candid lily.

Good such it moves nacreous foam
of the tame sea in the cerulean fields,
like this the orbs of the snowy chest you agitate a little.

The Universe like a deity adores you;
the hard man at your look becomes gentle,
and happiness judges that your tender anxieties softly you receive.

Of a thousand lovers the impetuous clamor,
and the sighs and painful moans,
from the soft wind the fugacious wings carry rapidly.

And from your forehead flying around,
your sweet charms and they are able to advertise:
ask for clemency, but you barbarian the ear negates.

Why does your forehead clouds hardness?
Beauty turns the feeling ugly?
No, life, charm and divine expression always loan to others.

I also saw your seductive face,
and passionate its praise I said
in sweet hymns, that breaking the air fervidly gyrates.

Thousand and thousand times to the tremendous car
of Love you tied me, and with fatal perfidy
a thousand and thousand times
you made me pour miserable crying.

And cursing your lethal witchcraft
your love abjures delirious and blind;
but, in vain, your beautiful image always follows me.
If to the high flight the crying gaze,
in the purity of eternal heaven
the pretty blue of your modest eyes languidly I look.

If I look perhaps in its fast run
to the beautiful planet that produces light,
the fire I look at in your big eyes morbidly shine.

Is from the palm tree the gallant treetop?
live image of your pretty waist;
and the pledge that furor dictated to me I easily abjure.

I abjure it easily, and in burning love,
I fall before your plants, I ask you for pardon,
and to supplicate and direct your timid votes I come back.

Alas! of your eyes the serene look,
and a smile of your pure mouth,
are from my chest, that your love burns, unique vote.

Sweet beauty! my humble begging
listen benign, and with affable face
so many loves and such loyal love you justly pay me.

Beauty, by Jose M Heredia


Lawndale, United States

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my own translation from Spanish of a love poem by the 2nd most famous poet from Cuba, died 1839

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