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Cruz

Крест

Mintieronme las cartas, tanto tiempo,
que el vino hasta las heces no embriagaba.
Las gélidas estrellas, una a una,
se fueron apagando en la ventana.

¿Acaso estoy soñando yo esta noche?
Helado en mi locura, pido carta.
“Mi resto juego a esta” -dije entonces.
Mi baza fue vencida. Ya en la plaza,

las sombras de la clara tiernamente,
se abrazan a la nieve dulce y blanda.
Hinquéme de rodillas, lo recuerdo.
Besé mi cruz de oro.¡Recta y santa,

mi vida, en adelante! Peregrino,
pidiendo en los caminos. Como hermana,
te acepto a ti, Miseria. Mi cayado,
la imagen en mis manos venerada.

La sala me recibe bulliciosa,
mas todos en silencio se levantan;
me miran asustados, cuando pongo
la cruz sobre la mesa y pido carta.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    The Cross
  • Болгарский
    Бойко Ламбовски
    Кръст
  • Польский
    Тадеуш Рубникович
    Krzyż

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