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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


jueves, 24 de noviembre de 2022

San Juan de la Cruz y Roy Campbell: Entreme donde no supe...

COPLAS DEL MISMO HECHAS SOBRE UN ÉXTASIS DE ALTA CONTEMPLACIÓN

 

Entreme donde no supe,

Y quedéme no sabiendo,

Toda sciencia trascendiendo.

 

Yo no supe dónde entraba,

Pero, cuando allí me vi,

Sin saber dónde me estaba,

Grandes cosas entendí;

No diré lo que sentí,

Que me quedé no sabiendo,

Toda sciencia trascendiendo.

 

De paz y de piedad

Era la sciencia perfecta,

En profunda soledad,

Entendida vía recta;

Era cosa tan secreta,

Que me quedé balbuciendo,

Toda sciencia trascendiendo.

 

Estaba tan embebido,

Tan absorto y ajenado,

Que se quedó mi sentido

De todo sentir privado;

Y el espíritu dotado

De un entender no entendiendo,

Toda sciencia trascendiendo.

 

El que allí llega de vero,

De sí mismo desfallesce;

Cuanto sabía primero

Mucho bajo le paresce;

Y su sciencia tanto cresce,

Que se queda no sabiendo,

Toda sciencia trascendiendo.

 

Cuanto más alto se sube,

Tanto menos entendía

Qué es la tenebrosa nube

Que a la noche esclarecía;

Por eso quien la sabía

Queda siempre no sabiendo

Toda sciencia trascendiendo.

 

Este saber no sabiendo

Es de tan alto poder,

Que los sabios arguyendo

Jamás le pueden vencer;

Que no llega su saber

A no entender entendiendo,

Toda sciencia trascendiendo.

 

Y es de tan alta excelencia

Aqueste sumo saber,

Que no hay facultad ni sciencia

Que le puedan emprender;

Quien se supiere vencer

Con un no saber sabiendo,

Irá siempre trascendiendo.

 

Y si lo queréis oír,

Consiste esta suma sciencia

En un subido sentir

De la divinal Esencia;

Es obra de su clemencia

Hacer quedar no entendiendo

Toda sciencia trascendiendo.

SAN JUAN DE LA CRUZ

 

VERSES WRITTEN AFTER AN ECSTASY OF HIGH EXALTATION

 

I entered in, I know not where.

And I remained, though knowing naught,

Transcending knowledge with my thought.

 

Of when I entered I know naught,

But when I saw that I was there

(Though where it was I did not care)

Strange things I learned, with greatness fraught.

Yet what I heard I’ll not declare.

But there I stayed, though knowing naught,

Transcending knowledge with my thought.

 

Of peace and piety interwound

This perfect science had been wrought,

Within the solitude profound

A straight and narrow path it taught,

Such secret wisdom there I found

That there I stammered, saying naught,

But topped all knowledge with my thought.

 

So borne aloft, so drunken-reeling,

So rapt was I, so swept away,

Within the scope of sense or feeling

My sense or feeling could not stay.

And in my soul I felt, revealing,

A sense that, though its sense was naught,

Transcended knowledge with my thought.

 

The man who truly there has come

Of his own self must shed the guise;

Of all he knew before the sum

Seems far beneath that wondrous prize:

And in this lore he grows so wise

That he remains, though knowing naught,

Transcending knowledge with his thought.

 

The farther that I climbed the height

The less I seemed to understand

The cloud so tenebrous and grand

That there illuminates the night.

For he who understands that sight

Remains for aye, though knowing naught,

Transcending knowledge with his thought.

 

This wisdom without understanding

Is of so absolute a force

No wise man of whatever standing

Can ever stand against its course,

Unless they tap its wondrous source,

To know so much, though knowing naught,

They pass all knowledge with their thought.

 

This summit all so steeply towers

And is of excellence so high

No human faculties or powers

Can ever to the top come nigh.

Whoever with its steep could vie,

Though knowing nothing, would transcend

All thought, forever, without end.

 

If you would ask, what is its essence—

This summit of all sense and knowing:

It comes from the Divinest Presence—

The sudden sense of Him outflowing,

In His great clemency bestowing

The gift that leaves men knowing naught,

Yet passing knowledge with their thought.

ROY CAMPBELL




viernes, 29 de julio de 2022

San Juan de la Cruz y Roy Campbell: En una noche oscura…

NOCHE OSCURA

 

En una noche oscura,

con ansias, en amores inflamada

¡oh dichosa ventura!,

salí sin ser notada

estando ya mi casa sosegada.

 

A oscuras y segura,

por la secreta escala disfrazada,

¡Oh dichosa ventura!,

a oscuras y en celada,

estando ya mi casa sosegada.

 

En la noche dichosa

en secreto, que nadie me veía,

ni yo miraba cosa,

sin otra luz y guía

sino la que en el corazón ardía.

 

Aquésta me guiaba

más cierto que la luz del mediodía,

adonde me esperaba

quien yo bien me sabía,

en parte donde nadie parecía.

 

¡Oh noche que guiaste!

¡Oh noche amable más que la alborada!

¡Oh noche que juntaste

Amado con amada,

amada en el Amado transformada!

 

En mi pecho florido

que entero para él sólo se guardaba,

allí quedó dormido,

y yo le regalaba,

y el ventalle de cedros aire daba

 

El aire de la almena,

cuando yo sus cabellos esparcía,

con su mano serena

en mi cuello hería

y todos mis sentidos suspendía.

 

Quedeme y olvideme,

el rostro recliné sobre el Amado,

cesó todo y dejeme,

dejando mi cuidado

entre las azucenas olvidado.

SAN JUAN DE LA CRUZ

 


Upon a gloomy night,

With all my cares to loving ardours flushed,

(O venture of delight!)

With nobody in sight

I went abroad when all my house was hushed.

 

In safety, in disguise,

In darkness up the secret stair I crept,

(O happy enterprise)

Concealed from other eyes

When all my house at length in silence slept.

 

Upon that lucky night

In secrecy, inscrutable to sight,

I went without discerning

And with no other light

Except for that which in my heart was burning.

 

It lit and led me through

More certain than the light of noonday clear

To where One waited near

Whose presence well I knew,

There where no other presence might appear.

 

Oh night that was my guide!

Oh darkness dearer than the morning’s pride,

Oh night that joined the lover

To the beloved bride

Transfiguring them each into the other.

 

Within my flowering breast

Which only for himself entire I save

He sank into his rest

And all my gifts I gave

Lulled by the airs with which the cedars wave.

 

Over the ramparts fanned

While the fresh wind was fluttering his tresses,

With his serenest hand

My neck he wounded, and

Suspended every sense with its caresses.

 

Lost to myself I stayed

My face upon my lover having laid

From all endeavour ceasing:

And all my cares releasing

Threw them amongst the lilies there to fade.

ROY CAMPBELL


 

 

domingo, 7 de febrero de 2021

San Juan de la Cruz y Roy Campbell: Oh llama de amor viva

 

OH LLAMA DE AMOR VIVA

Canciones del alma en la íntima comunicación de unión de amor de Dios. Del mismo auctor

 

¡Oh llama de amor viva,

Que tiernamente hieres

De mi alma en el más profundo centro!

Pues ya no eres esquiva,

Acaba ya si quieres,

Rompe la tela deste dulce encuentro.

 

¡Oh cauterio suave!

¡Oh regalada llaga!

¡ Oh mano blanda! ¡Oh toque delicado,

Que a vida eterna sabe,

Y toda deuda paga!

Matando, muerte en vida la has trocado.

 

¡Oh lámparas de fuego,

En cuyos resplandores

Las profundas cavernas del sentido,

Que estaba obscuro y ciego,

Con extraños primores

Calor y luz dan junto a su querido!

 

¡Cuán manso y amoroso

Recuerdas en mi seno,

Donde secretamente solo moras:

Y en tu aspirar sabroso

De bien y gloria lleno

Cuán delicadamente me enamoras!

 

SAN JUAN DE LA CRUZ

 

Song of the soul in intimate communication and union with the love of God

 

Oh flame of love so living,

How tenderly you force

To my soul’s inmost core your fiery probe!

Since now you’ve no misgiving,

End it, pursue your course

And for our sweet encounter tear the robe!

 

Oh cautery most tender!

Oh gash that is my guerdon!

Oh gentle hand! Oh touch how softly thrilling!

Eternal life you render.

Raise of all debts the burden

And change my death to life, even while killing!

 

Oh lamps of fiery blaze

To whose refulgent fuel

The deepest caverns of my soul grow bright,

Late blind with gloom and haze,

But in this strange renewal

Giving to the belov’d both heat and light.

 

What peace, with love enwreathing,

You conjure to my breast

Which only you your dwelling place may call:

While with delicious breathings

In glory, grace, and rest,

So daintily in love you make me fall!

ROY CAMPBELL