El poeta leva el ancla
sings gold anchor ... the blue candle stands
Like the wing of a dream unfolding a new day.
Let us, my muse! In view of the prow
cheerful extends a beautiful sea. In eastern
crystal clear, resplendent
Blushed beacon Aurora. Fantasy
donning a rare garment of gems to roam
bright waves. It tends
Eolo The blue candle to its satin oriflamme ...
The supreme moment! ... I shudder, perhaps
Dream what awaits me in the unseen worlds? ...
Perhaps a fresh bouquet of fragrant laurels,
The golden fleece, the diamond scepter,
shipwreck, or the eternal corona de los Cristos?...
The golden anchor beckons...
The golden anchor beckons, the blue sail rises
Like the wing of a dream unfolding to a new day.
Let us depart, my muse!
Beyond an anxious prow, the sea stretches itself out.
In the crystal clear East, Aurora's
Blushed beacon shines. Fantasy
Is donning a rare garment of gems
To wander brilliantly over the waves.
The blue sail
Unfolds its private oriflamme to Aeolus...
The supreme moment!...I tremble: do I know–
Oh God!–what awaits me in unseen worlds?
Perhaps a freshly picked bouquet of fragrant laurels,
The golden fleece, a diamond scepter,
A shipwreck, or the eternal crown of the Anointed Ones? ...
Translated by Valerie Martinez
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