| "Our Secret" ~Miguel de Unamuno |
| No me preguntes más, es mi secreto, secreto para mí terrible y santo; ante él me velo con un negro manto de luto de piedad; no rompo el seto que cierra su recinto, me someto de mi vida al misterio, el desencanto huyendo del saber y a Dios levanto con mis ojos mi pecho siempre inquieto. Hay del alma en el fondo oscura sima y en ella hay un fatídico recodo que es nefando franquear; allá en la cima brilla el sol que hace polvo al sucio lodo; alza los ojos y tu pecho anima; conócete, mortal, mas no del todo. | It is my secret, you must not ask me more, a secret for me sacred and terrible; before it I cover myself with the black mantle of mourning piety; I do not the wall distort that cloisters its enclosure, and my life for the mystery I subjugate: the deception had of knowing and up I raise to heaven with my eyes my unquiet chest e'ermore. There is something of the soul in the dark pit, within its depths there is a fateful bend that is treacherous to cross, and there on the lit peak the sun makes dust of the muddy sand; animate your chest, mortal, and your eyes lift; educate yourself, but not of every end. |
