Rima XCVII. Esas quejas del piano...
Esas quejas del piano
a intervalos desprendidas,
sirenas adormecidas
que evoca tu blanca mano,
no esparcen al aire en vano
el melancólico son;
pues de la oculta mansión
en que mi pasión se esconde,
a cada nota responde
un eco del corazón.
Rhyme XCVII. Those grumbles of the piano...
Those grumbles of the piano
given off at intervals,
sleepy sirens
that evoke your white hand,
do not spread their melancholy sound
through the air in vain;
because in the secret mansion
where my passion is hidden,
to each note responds
an echo of the heart.
Translated by H. LandmanEtiquetas: Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer |
