sábado, 15 de marzo de 2025

San Juan de la Cruz y Roy Campbell: Otras coplas a lo divino


Tras de un amoroso lance,

Y no de esperanza falto,

Volé tan alto, tan alto,

Que le di a la caza alcance.

 

Para que yo alcance diese

A aqueste lance divino,

Tanto volar me convino,

Que de vista me perdiese;

Y con todo, en este trance

En el vuelo quedé falto;

Mas el amor fue tan alto,

Que le di a la caza alcance.

 

Cuando más alto subía,

Deslumbróseme la vista,

Y la más fuerte conquista

En escuro se hacía;

Mas por ser de amor el lance

Di un ciego y oscuro salto,

Y fui tan alto, tan alto,

Que le di a la caza alcance.

 

Cuanto más alto llegaba

De este lance tan subido,

Tanto más bajo y rendido

Y abatido me hallaba.

Dije: No habrá quien alcance;

Y abatíme tanto, tanto,

Que fui tan alto, tan alto.

Que le di a la caza alcance.

SAN JUAN DE LA CRUZ

 

OTHER VERSES WITH A DIVINE MEANING BY THE SAME AUTHOR

 

Not without hope did I ascend

Upon an amorous quest to fly

And up I soared so high, so high,

I seized my quarry in the end.

 

As on this falcon quest I flew

To chase a quarry so divine,

I had to soar so high and fine

That soon I lost myself from view.

With loss of strength my plight was sorry

From straining on so steep a course.

But love sustained me with such force

That in the end I seized my quarry.

 

The more l rose into the height

More dazzled, blind, and lost I spun.

The greatest conquest ever won

I won in blindness, like the night.

Because love urged me on my way

I gave that mad, blind, reckless leap

That soared me up so high and steep

That in the end I seized my prey.

 

The steeper upward that I flew

On so vertiginous a quest

The humbler and more lowly grew

My spirit, fainting in my breast.

I said ‘None yet can find the way’

But as my spirit bowed more low,

Higher and higher did I go

Till in the end I seized my prey.

 

By such strange means did I sustain

A thousand starry flights in one,

Since hope of Heaven yet by none

Was ever truly hoped in vain.

Only by hope I won my way

Nor did my hope my aim belie,

Since I soared up so high, so high,

That in the end I seized my prey.

ROY CAMPBELL