SEGUIDILLA
by: José de Valdivielso
 WHO once was free,
- Sold unto death you see;
- Trust no, Mother dear,
- Hearts ungrateful here!
- With a honeyed smile,
- Mother, a false friend
- At the banquet's end
- His hand within my dish the while,
- Like a lamb betrayed me vile.
- Trust not, Mother dear,
- Hearts ungrateful here!
- I placed him at my side
- And passed the dish to him;
- I shared and did provide
- The best unto the brim.
- His bargain rare and grim,--
- He sold Thy Son away,
- Trust not, Mother dear,
- Hearts ungrateful here!
- The garden flowers were wet
- With the tears I shed thereon;
- 'Twas Holy Thursday, yet
- With me had Judas gone;
- He gave unto Thy Son
- The kiss I'll not forget--
- Trust not, Mother dear,
- Hearts ungrateful here!
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This English translation by Thomas
Walsh of 'Seguidilla' is reprinted from Hispanic Anthology:
Poems Translated from the Spanish by English and North American
Poets. Ed. Thomas Walsh. New York: G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1920. |
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