The Sarabite: Towards an Aesthetic Christianity

There is a continuous attraction, beginning with God, going to the world, and ending at last with God, an attraction which returns to the same place where it began as though in a kind of circle. -Marsilio Ficino

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Easter Bouquet for AG - Fourth Lily


El ángel guardián
de Gabriela Mistral

Es verdad, no es un cuento;

hay un Ángel Guardián

que te toma y te lleva como el viento

y con los niños va por donde van.


Tiene cabellos suaves

que van en la venteada,

ojos dulces y graves

que te sosiegan con una mirada

y matan miedos dando claridad.

(No es un cuento, es verdad.)


Él tiene cuerpo, manos y pies de alas

y las seis alas vuelan o resbalan,

las seis te llevan de su aire batido

y lo mismo te llevan de dormido.


Hace más dulce la pulpa madura

que entre tus labios golosos estrujas;

rompe a la nuez su taimada envoltura

y es quien te libra de gnomos y brujas.


Es quien te ayuda a que cortes las rosas,

que están sentadas en trampas de espinas,

el que te pasa las aguas mañosas

y el que te sube las cuestas más pinas.


Y aunque camine contigo apareado,

como la guinda y la guinda bermeja,

cuando su seña te pone el pecado

recoge tu alma y el cuerpo te deja.


Es verdad, no es un cuento:

hay un Ángel Guardián

que te toma y te lleva como el viento

y con los niños va por donde van.

The Guardian Angel

It is true and not a myth,
The guardian angel indeed exists,
He takes and leaves you like the breeze,
Traveling with children wherever they please.

He has hair so fair
That blows in the wind.
Of sweet keen eyes he has a pair
With which he always has you pinned.
And they kill fear with just one swoop,
(This is not a lie, I’m telling the truth.)

He has a body, hands, and feet of wings,
And six wings that fly or slip around.
The six carry you on air as they swing
And carry you as well when your sleep is sound.

He makes sweeter the ripest fruit
Which between your joyful lips you chew,
He cracks the hardest nut for you,
And frees you from witches and gnomes too.

He is the one who helps you cut roses
That are in the midst of the thorns planted,
He guides you over the river’s fiercest courses
And carries you on the slopes that are most slanted.

And even though he walks with you
Like purple and red cherries bunched together,
When sin’s foul sign is put on you,
He leaves the body, and picks up the soul like a feather.

It is true and not a myth,
The guardian angel indeed exists,
He takes and leaves you like the breeze,
Traveling with children wherever they please.

1 Comments:

At 1:43 PM, Blogger AG said...

When I was a child, my mom told me that if I prayed hard enough, and if I were quiet enough, my guardian angel would tell me her name. I prayed, and I sat quietly, and in the end I decided her name was Agatha. I'd like to believe, though, that I chose that name for her and her real name is much more fabulous.

 

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