If I fall at your feet
like a surrendered helot
begging for a glance of your eyes
trembling with fear, almost in panic—
if because I am ecstatic when I'm near you
you believe that my heart
will break in my chest,
and I will be, forever,
a slave of my passion—
You are so wrong, fresh and fragrant flower,
I will break your pride like the miner
does the rock.
And if you dare me to fight, I will fight.
I am the sea and you are the froth
that depends on my turbulence.
You make me cry, but someday I will make you cry
And when, exhausted, you offer up your whole life,
begging forgiveness and mercy at my feet—
as my anger is infinite in its excess,
Do you know what I will do in my indignation?
Tear out your heart so I can cover it with kisses.
Thanks Wendy, better don't you think?
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This is my attempt to translate Reto to English
If I roll before your feet
Like a surrender helot
And I beg for a look of your eyes
Trembling with fear, almost in panic
If because I stand, static of emotion
Do you think that my heart
Will break in my chest,
And that I will be, forever,
slave of my passion?
You are so wrong, fresh and fragrant flower
I will break your pride like the miner
does the rock
And if you dare me to fight, I will fight
Your are froth and I’m the sea
Whom in its thrust relies
You make me cry, but someday I will make you cry
And then, when on your knees, you will ask, beg, for mercy and forgiveness,
Because my anger is infinite in its excesses
Do you know what will I do in those moments of indignation?
Take your heart out and kiss it till the end of my intention.
Transated by Zhaul, (Not so good, right?)
Like a surrender helot
And I beg for a look of your eyes
Trembling with fear, almost in panic
If because I stand, static of emotion
Do you think that my heart
Will break in my chest,
And that I will be, forever,
slave of my passion?
You are so wrong, fresh and fragrant flower
I will break your pride like the miner
does the rock
And if you dare me to fight, I will fight
Your are froth and I’m the sea
Whom in its thrust relies
You make me cry, but someday I will make you cry
And then, when on your knees, you will ask, beg, for mercy and forgiveness,
Because my anger is infinite in its excesses
Do you know what will I do in those moments of indignation?
Take your heart out and kiss it till the end of my intention.
Transated by Zhaul, (Not so good, right?)
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