Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer - Rima LIII (Volverán las oscuras golondrinas) lyrics

Volverán las oscuras golondrinas en tu balcón sus nidos a colgar, y otra vez con el ala a sus cristales jugando llamarán. Pero aquellas que el vuelo refrenaban tu hermosura y mi dicha a contemplar, aquellas que aprendieron nuestros nombres... ¡esas... no volverán! Volverán las tupidas madreselvas de tu jardín las tapias a escalar, y otra vez a la tarde aún más hermosas sus flores se abrirán. Pero aquellas, cuajadas de rocío cuyas gotas mirábamos temblar y caer como lágrimas del día... ¡esas... no volverán! Volverán del amor en tus oídos las palabras ardientes a sonar; tu corazón de su profundo sueño tal vez despertará. Pero mudo y absorto y de rodillas como se adora a Dios ante su altar, como yo te he querido...; desengáñate, ¡así... no te querrán! Trans. Allison Young (1924) Dusky swallows again will come Upon thy balcony their nests to swing, And tap their wings upon thy window- panes In playful fluttering; But those which slackened in their flight, Thy beauty and my fortune their con- cern; Those which even came to know our names… Those…will ne'er return! Twining honeys**le will come Again thy garden wall to clamber o'er, And spread again upon the air its blossoms, Fairer than all before; But those, bediamonded with dew, Whose drops we two were wont to watch aquiver And fall, as they were tears of limpid morning… Those…will come back never! Burning words of love will come Again full oft within thine ears to sound; Perchance thy heart will even be aroused From its sleep profound; But mute and prostrate and absorbed, As God is worshipped in His holy fane, As I have loved thee…undeceive thyself: Thou wilt not be thus loved again! Loose Trans. Robert Lowell (1976) Dark swallows will doubtless come back k**ing the injudicious nightflies with a clack of the beak; but these that stopped full flight to see your beauty and my good fortune… as if they knew our names - they'll not come back. The thick lemony honeys**le, climbing from earthroot to your window, will open more beautiful blossoms to the evening; but these… like dewdrops, trembling, shining, falling, the tears of day – they'll not come back… Some other love will sound his fireword for you and wake your heart, perhaps, from its cool sleep; but silent, absorbed, and on his knees, as men adore God at the altar, as I love you - don't blind yourself, you'll not be loved like that.