jagüey

This poem is a sonnet by Portuguese author Luís de Camões.The translation is informal and not structured as a sonnet, but I made an attempt to preserve as much of the meaning and poetic feel as possible. My spoken portuguese is not very good, but I read and understand it pretty well. I welcome your comments.
-jagüey-


Busque Amor novas artes, novo engenho
Pera matar-me, e novas esquivanças,
Que não pode tirar-me as esperanças,
Que mal me tirará o que eu não tenho.


Olhai de que esperanças me mantenho!
Vede que perigosas seguranças!
Que não temo contrastes nem mudanças,
Andando em bravo mar, perdido o lenho.


Mas, enquanto não pode haver desgosto
Onde esperança falta, lá me esconde
Amor um mal, que mata e não se vê,


Que dias há que na alma me tem posto
Um não sei quê, que nasce não sei onde,
Vem não sei como e dói não sei porquê.




Let love seek new cunning, new ideas
To kill me, and new evasions,
For she cannot crush my hopes,
Nor may that which I have not from me be taken.

See what hope sustains me!
See how dangerous my safety!
For I fear no contrasts or changes,
My raft is lost, and about me the ocean rages.

Whereas in failing hope no hatred can abide,
A mortal evil there,
Unseen by me, love hides.

For there are days where in my soul resides
An unnamed thing, whose source unrecognized
Appears, I know not how, and aches, I know not why.



Translation by jagüey

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©jagüey

"Es criminal quien sonríe al crimen;
quien lo ve y no lo ataca;
quien se sienta a su mesa;
quien se sienta a la mesa
de los que se codean con él
o le sacan el sombrero interesado;
quienes reciben de él el permiso de vivir."
-José Martí-

Karen de Gálvez

My dear Dylan, it's great to see you again here. This poem is very nice and it's a great work to translate all of it. I red the portuguese version too, it's remembering me en the old spanish of the middle age I'm reading in this time.
I missed you.

Yours
Karen

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El amor es una enfermedad incurable. Pero quien está acometido, no pide convalecencia, y el que está sufriendo por él, no desea recuperarse.
(Ibu Hazm)
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Somos angeles con un sola ala. Para poder volar debemos abrazarnos.

jagüey

Thank you Karen! I'm happy that you enjoyed my work. Sorry I've been absent lately, but I think of you and all my friends here often. Don't worry, I still plan to continue publishing poems, but I've been so busy lately that I have little time to write. The time will come...
Hugs and kisses,
Dylan

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©jagüey

"Es criminal quien sonríe al crimen;
quien lo ve y no lo ataca;
quien se sienta a su mesa;
quien se sienta a la mesa
de los que se codean con él
o le sacan el sombrero interesado;
quienes reciben de él el permiso de vivir."
-José Martí-