Original Poem: “En que satisface un receto con la retorica del llanto”
Translation of “En que satisface un recelo con la retorica del llanto” by Dia Tsung
This evening, my love, as I with you I was speaking,
When on your face, your feelings I observed,
And when my words I saw could not persuade you
To see whereof it was my heart desired,
Love came to my aid, to help me with my cause
And win what seemed to be beyond achieving.
Then between the ache and flooding tears
Was the essence of my dismantled heart distilled
Enough my love, be done with harshness: Cease!
Neither let tyranny and jealousy torment you
Nor let vile suspicions your concern obstruct
With foolish shadows tinged with vanities,
When now in liquid form you see and touch
My heart unmade, undone, within your hands.
Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz Database 