Rima IV
by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer
the English Version..
Do not say that, treasure depleted,subjects lacking, the lyre sits silently:
There may not be poets, but always there will be poetry.
While waves quiver excitedlyat the kiss of light;
while the sun paints shameless cloudsin fire and gold;
while the air holds in its lapperfumes and harmony;
while in the world there is spring,there will be poetry!
While the discoveries of science do not reachthe sources of life,
and the sea or the sky holds an abyssthat resists calculation;
while ever-advancing humanitystill doesn't know where it's going;
while there is a mystery left for man,there will be poetry!
While we feel joy in the soulwithout our lips smiling;
while we mourn without tearsclouding our eyes;
while the heart and the headbattle continually;
while the heart and the headbattle continually;
while there are hopes and memories,there will be poetry!
While there are eyes that reflectthe eyes that gaze into them;
while lips respond sighingto lips that sigh;
while two souls in a kisscan mix confusedly;
while two souls in a kisscan mix confusedly;
while one beautiful woman exists,there will be poetry!
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