Treasure Island

Jose de Espronceda y Delgado

(1808-1842 / Spain)

Canción del Pirata


Con diez cañones por banda,
viento en popa a toda vela,
no corta el mar, sino vuela,
un velero bergantín:
bajel pirata que llaman,
por su bravura el Temido,
en todo mar conocido
del uno al otro confín.
La luna en el mar riela,
en la lona gime el viento,
y alza en blando movimiento
olas de plata y azul;
y ve el capitán pirata,
cantando alegre en la popa,
Asia a un lado; al otro, Europa;
y allá a su frente, Estambul.
«Navega, velero mío,
sin temor;
que ni enemigo navío,
ni tormenta, ni bonanza,
tu rumbo a torcer alcanza,
ni a sujetar tu valor.
Veinte presas
hemos hecho
a despecho
del inglés,
y han rendido
cien naciones
sus pendones
a mis pies.»
Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
que es mi Dios la libertad,
mi ley la fuerza y el viento,
mi única patria la mar.
«Allá muevan feroz guerra
ciegos reyes
por un palmo más de tierra;
que yo tengo aquí por mío
cuanto abarca el mar bravío,
a quien nadie impuso leyes.
Y no hay playa
sea cualquiera,
ni bandera
de esplendor
que no sienta
mi derecho
y dé pecho
a mi valor.»
Que es mi barco mi tesoro…
«A la voz de ¡Barco viene!
es de ver
cómo vira y se previene
a todo trapo escapar;
que yo soy el rey del mar,
y mi furia es de temer.
En las presas
yo divido
lo cogido
por igual;
sólo quiero
por riqueza
la belleza
sin rival.»
Que es mi barco mi tesoro…
«¡ Sentenciado estoy a muerte!
Yo me río;
no me abandone la suerte
y al mismo que me condena
colgaré de alguna entena,
quizá en su propio navío.
Y si caigo,
¿qué es la vida?
Por perdida
ya la di,
cuando el yugo
del esclavo
como un bravo
sacudí.»
Que es mi barco mi tesoro…
«Son mi música mejor
aquilones;
el estrépito y temblor
de los cables sacudidos,
del negro mar los bramidos
y el rugir de mis cañones.
Y del trueno
al son violento
y del viento
al rebramar
yo me duermo
sosegado,
arrullado
por la mar.»
Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
que es mi Dios la libertad,
mi ley la fuerza y el viento,
mi única patria la mar.

Canción Of The Pirate

The breeze fair aft, all sails on high,
Ten guns on each side mounted seen,
She does not cut the sea, but fly,
A swiftly sailing brigantine;
A pirate bark, the 'Dreaded' named,
For her surpassing boldness famed,
On every sea well-known and shore,
From side to side their boundaries o'er.
The moon in streaks the waves illumes
Hoarse groans the wind the rigging through;
In gentle motion raised assumes
The sea a silvery shade with blue;
Whilst singing gaily on the poop
The pirate Captain, in a group,
Sees Europe here, there Asia lies,
And Stamboul in the front arise.
'Sail on, my swift one! nothing fear;
Nor calm, nor storm, nor foeman's force,
Shall make thee yield in thy career
Or turn thee from thy course.
Despite the English cruisers fleet
We have full twenty prizes made;
And see their flags beneath my feet
A hundred nations laid.
My treasure is my gallant bark,
My only God is liberty;
My law is might, the wind my mark,
My country is the sea.
'There blindly kings fierce wars maintain,
For palms of land, when here I hold
As mine, whose power no laws restrain,
Whate'er the seas infold.
Nor is there shore around whate'er,
Or banner proud, but of my might
Is taught the valorous proofs to bear,
And made to feel my right.
My treasure is my gallant bark,
My only God is liberty;
My law is might, the wind my mark,
My country is the sea.
'Look when a ship our signals ring,
Full sail to fly how quick she's veered!
For of the sea I am the king,
My fury's to be feared;
But equally with all I share
Whate'er the wealth we take supplies;
I only seek the matchless fair,
My portion of the prize.
My treasure is my gallant bark,
My only God is liberty;
My law is might, the wind my mark,
My country is the sea.
'I am condemned to die !—I laugh;
For, if my fates are kindly sped,
My doomer from his own ship's staff
Perhaps I'll hang instead.
And if I fall, why what is life?
For lost I gave it then as due,
When from slavery's yoke in strife
A rover! I withdrew.
My treasure is my gallant bark;
My only God is liberty;
My law is might, the wind my mark,
My country is the sea.
'My music is the Northwind's roar;
The bellowings of the Black Sea's shore,
And rolling of my guns.
And as the thunders loudly sound,
And furious the tempests rave,
I calmly rest in sleep profound,
So rocked upon the wave.
My treasure is my gallant bark,
My only God is liberty;
My law is might, the wind my mark,
My country is the sea.'

Submitted: Saturday, September 04, 2010

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