A keresés eredménye

Pretty little bird, you that is singing

Pretty little bird, you that is singing
or rather weeping over your time foregone,
and seeing night and winter around you
and behind1 you the day and the merry months
 
if you, as you know your heavy sorrows,
also would know my similar state,
you would come into this insoluble bosom
to share with each other our painful grief.
 
I don't know if the shares would be equal,
for her, for whom you're weeping, maybe is alive

My mind, you foresaw the harm to come

My mind, you foresaw the harm to come,
already pensive, sad, in happy times,
intently seeking in that beloved sight,
continually, for your future trouble:
 
by her actions, words, face, dress,
her fresh pity mingled with sadness,
warned by all this, could you not have said:
‘This is the last day of the sweet years.’
 
O wretched soul, what sweetness it was!
How we burned at the moment when I saw
those eyes that I might never see again,
 
when, in parting, to guard that noblest body,
like two most faithful friends, I left with them
my dearest thoughts, and my heart!
 
“Avoir une autre langue c'est posséder une deuxième âme.”
“To have another language is to possess a second soul.”
- Charlemagne ❤