Lope de Vega

El Pastor divino

Pastor, que con tus silbos amorosos
me despertaste del profundo sueño;
tú, que hiciste cayado de este leño
en que tiendes los brazos poderosos:

vuelve los ojos a mi fe piadosos,
pues te confieso por mi amor y dueño
y la palabra de seguirte empeño
tus dulces silbos y tus pies hermosos.

Oye, Pastor, que por amores mueres,
no te espante el rigor de mis pecados,
pues tan amigo de rendidos eres.

Espera, pues, y escucha mis cuidados --
pero ¿cómo te digo que me esperes
si estás para esperar los pies clavados?



The Divine Shepherd

Shepherd, who with loving whistled notes
awakened me from the profoundest sleep;
you, who made a crook out of that wood
and now extend your powerful arms there:

turn your eyes with mercy on my faith,
for I confess that you're my love and lord
and pledge to you my word that I'll pursue
your gentle whistles and your feet so fair.

Listen, Shepherd, since you die for love,
don't take fright at the rigor of my sins,
since you're a friend of those crushed by defeat.

Wait, then, and listen closely to my woes--
But how can I tell you to wait for me
if you must wait as nails constrain your feet? 

                     (©Alix Ingber, 1995)



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E-mail your comments and questions to:

Alix Ingber
Professor of Spanish
Sweet Briar College

ingber@sbc.edu



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