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"Sonnet 14" ~Garcilaso de la Vega |
| Como la tierna madre, que el doliente hijo le está con lágrimas pidiendo alguna cosa, de la cual comiendo, sabe que ha de doblarse el mal que siente. Y aquel piadoso amor no le consiente que considere el daño que, haciendo lo que le pide hace, va corriendo y aplaca el llanto y dobla el accidente, así a mi enfermo y loco pensamiento, que en su daño os me pide, yo querría quitarle este mortal mantenimiento. Mas pídemele y llora cada día tanto que cuanto quiere le consiento, olvidando su muerte, y aun la mía. |
Like the tender mother, whose distressed child oft with tearful plaints is begging for whichever thing, that which eating, knows that he'll but double pain professed. Thus woe does not her pious love redress since may she guess for him the pain in doing that for which was begged: he shall go running, assuage the wails, and double his distress, so too my illness be and wild thoughts, that in their pain do you for beg, I moan to end in me this mortal maintenance. Yet wail for her and e'er do they make groan so much are they in want that I permit, forgetting brief her death, and too mine own. |
