La Madre
No les tengo
rencor: Señor, no guardo rencor.
Mis dos hijos
fuertes que he visto partir
quebrarse su
fortaleza y morir, ellos y unos pocos,
en la sangrienta
protesta por una causa gloriosa,
se hablará de ellos
entre su gente,
las generaciones
los recordarán,
y los llamarán los bendecidos;
pero diré sus
nombres para mi propio corazón
en las largas
noches,
los pequeños
nombres que fueron familiares alguna vez
alrededor de mi
hogar muerto.
Señor, eres duro
con las madres:
sufrimos cuando
llegan y cuando se van;
Y aunque no guardo
rencor, estoy agotada, agotada
de mi largo penar-
Y no obstante, tengo mi dicha:
mis hijos fueron
leales y combatieron.
Fuente:
Versión: Marina Kohon
I do not grudge them: Lord, I do not grudge
My two strong sons that I have seen go out
To break their strength and die, they and a few,
In bloody protest for a glorious thing,
They shall be spoken of among their people,
The generations shall remember them,
And call them blessed;
But I will speak their names to my own heart
In the long nights;
The little names that were familiar once
Round my dead hearth.
Lord, thou art hard on mothers:
We suffer in their coming and their going;
And tho' I grudge them not, I weary, weary
Of the long sorrow-And yet I have my joy:
My sons were faithful, and they fought.
My two strong sons that I have seen go out
To break their strength and die, they and a few,
In bloody protest for a glorious thing,
They shall be spoken of among their people,
The generations shall remember them,
And call them blessed;
But I will speak their names to my own heart
In the long nights;
The little names that were familiar once
Round my dead hearth.
Lord, thou art hard on mothers:
We suffer in their coming and their going;
And tho' I grudge them not, I weary, weary
Of the long sorrow-And yet I have my joy:
My sons were faithful, and they fought.
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