domingo, 18 de octubre de 2009

Flow my tears; John Dowland

Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.

Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their lost fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.

Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.

From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.

Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world's despite.


1 comentarios:

J. Rogelio Rodríguez dijo...

Hermosa. Genial. Definitiva... SEMPER DOWLAND, SEMPRE DOLENS.

NO voy a añadir más comentariko que mis versiones de referencia: Nigel Rogers y el siempre exquisito Gerard Lesne (Si puedes conseguir su CD Ayres, dedicado a Dowland, te resltará arrebatador).

Por cierto: me encanta tu blog.

Un abrazo.