{"id":9959,"date":"2021-05-03T11:54:23","date_gmt":"2021-05-03T08:54:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9959"},"modified":"2021-05-03T11:54:26","modified_gmt":"2021-05-03T08:54:26","slug":"el-canto-de-la-miel-cantecul-mierii-the-song-of-honey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9959","title":{"rendered":"El canto de la miel \/ C\u00e2ntecul mierii \/ The song of honey"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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El canto de la miel \/ C\u00e2ntecul mierii \/ The song of honey<\/p>\n


La miel es la palabra de Cristo,
el oro derretido de su amor.
El m\u00e1s all\u00e1 del n\u00e9ctar,
la momia de la luz del para\u00edso.<\/p>\n

La colmena es una estrella casta,
pozo de \u00e1mbar que alimenta el ritmo
de las abejas. Seno de los campos
tembloroso de aromas y zumbidos.<\/p>\n

La miel es la epopeya del amor,
la materialidad de lo infinito.
Alma y sangre doliente de las flores
condensada a trav\u00e9s de otro esp\u00edritu.<\/p>\n

(As\u00ed la miel del hombre es la poes\u00eda
que mana de su pecho dolorido,
de un panal con la cera del recuerdo
formado por la abeja de lo \u00edntimo)<\/p>\n

La miel es la buc\u00f3lica lejana
del pastor, la dulzaina y el olivo,
hermana de la leche y las bellotas,
reinas supremas del dorado siglo.<\/p>\n

La miel es como el sol de la ma\u00f1ana,
tiene toda la gracia del est\u00edo
y la frescura vieja del oto\u00f1o.
Es la hoja marchita y es el trigo.<\/p>\n

\u00a1Oh divino licor de la humildad,
sereno como un verso primitivo!<\/p>\n

La armon\u00eda hecha carne t\u00fa eres,
el resumen genial de lo l\u00edrico.
En ti duerme la melancol\u00eda,
el secreto del beso y del grito.<\/p>\n

Dulc\u00edsima. Dulce. Este es tu adjetivo.
Dulce como los vientres de las hembras.
Dulce como los ojos de los ni\u00f1os.
Dulce como las sombras de la noche.
Dulce como una voz. O como un lirio.<\/p>\n

Para el que lleva la pena y la lira,
eres sol que ilumina el camino.
Equivales a todas las bellezas,
al color, a la luz, a los sonidos.<\/p>\n

\u00a1Oh! Divino licor de la esperanza,
donde a la perfecci\u00f3n del equilibrio
llegan alma y materia en unidad
como en la hostia cuerpo y luz de Cristo.<\/p>\n

Y el alma superior es de las flores,
\u00a1Oh licor que esas almas has unido!
El que te gusta no sabe que traga
un resumen dorado del lirismo.<\/p>\n

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Federico Garc\u00eda Lorca<\/p>\n

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C\u00e2ntecul mierii<\/p>\n


Mierea este cuv\u00e2ntul lui Hristos,
aurul topit al iubirii sale.
Nectarul de dincolo,
mumia luminii paradisului.<\/p>\n

Stupul este o stea cast\u0103,
f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 de chihlimbar ce hraneste ritmul
albinelor. S\u00e2nul c\u00e2mpurilor
tremur\u00e2nd de arome \u0219i zumzet.<\/p>\n

Mierea este epopeea iubirii,
materialitatea infinitului.
Suflet \u0219i s\u00e2nge dureros al florilor
condensat printr-un alt spirit.<\/p>\n

(Deci mierea omului este poezia
care curge din pieptul sau dureros,
al unui fagure cu ceara memoriei
formata de albina intimitatii)<\/p>\n

Mierea este bucolica \u00eendep\u0103rtat\u0103
a ciobanului, a fluierului \u0219i m\u0103slinului,
sora laptelui \u0219i a ghindelor,
regine supreme ale secolului de aur.<\/p>\n

Mierea este ca soarele dimine\u021bii
are toat\u0103 gratia verii
\u0219i vechea prospe\u021bime a toamnei.
Este frunza ofilit\u0103 \u0219i gr\u00e2ul.<\/p>\n

\u00a1Oh, licoare divina a smereniei,
senina ca un vers primitiv!<\/p>\n

Armonia devenita carne e\u0219ti tu,
rezumatul genial al liricii.
Melancolia doarme \u00een tine,
secretul s\u0103rutului \u0219i al pl\u00e2nsului.<\/p>\n

Cea mai dulce. Dulce. Acesta ti-e adjectivul.
Dulce ca p\u00e2ntecele femeilor.
Dulce ca ochii copiilor.
Dulce ca umbrele nop\u021bii.
Dulce ca o voce. Sau ca un crin.<\/p>\n

Pentru cel care poart\u0103 durerea \u0219i lira,
tu e\u0219ti soarele care lumineaz\u0103 calea.
Egalezi toate frumuse\u021bile,
coloarea, lumina, sunetele.<\/p>\n

\u00a1Oh! Licoare divina a speran\u021bei
unde, spre perfec\u021biunea echilibrului
sufletul \u0219i materia devin una precum
in cuminecatura trupul \u0219i lumina lui Hristos.<\/p>\n

\u0218i sufletul superior este al florilor,
\u00a1Oh, licoare ce-ai unit acele suflete!
Cel care te place nu \u0219tie ca \u00eenghite
esenta de aur a lirismului.<\/p>\n

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The song of honey<\/p>\n


Honey is the word of Christ,
the molten gold of his love.
The beyond of nectar,
the mummy of the light of paradise.<\/p>\n

The hive is a chaste star,
amber fountain that feeds the rhythm
of bees. The bosom of fields
trembling with aromas and hum.<\/p>\n

Honey is the epic of love,
materiality of the infinite.
soul and painful blood of flowers
condensed through another spirit.<\/p>\n

(So honey of man is poetry
that flows from his aching chest,
from a honeycomb with the wax of memory
shaped by the intimate bee)<\/p>\n

Honey is the distant bucolic
of the shepherd, the whistle and olive tree,
sister of milk and acorns,
supreme queens of the golden age.<\/p>\n

Honey is like the morning sun
with all the graces of summertime
and the old freshness of autumn.
It is withered leaf and it is the wheat.<\/p>\n

Oh, divine liquor of humility,
serene as a primitive verse!<\/p>\n

Harmony that became flesh you are,
the inspired summary of the lyrics.
Melancholy sleeps in you,
the secret of the kiss and shout.<\/p>\n

Sweetest. Sweet. This is your adjective.
Sweet as the belly of women.
Sweet as the eyes of children.
Sweet as the shadows of the night.
Sweet like a voice. Or like a lilly.<\/p>\n

For the one who bears the pain and the lyre,
you are the sun that lights the way.
You equal all the beauties,
to the color, the light, sounds.<\/p>\n

Oh! Divine liqueur of hope
with the perfection of balance
soul and matter like in the holy bread,
body and light of Christ.<\/p>\n

And the higher soul is of flowers,
Oh, liquor that those souls you have joined!
He who tastes you doesn’t know that he swallows
the golden essence of lyricism.<\/p>\n

Translated by Maria Magdalena Biela<\/blockquote><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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