HAD I the heavens' embroidered
cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B.Yeats
Ojalá tuviera yo las vestes bordadas del cielo
Entrelazadas con la luz dorada y plateada.
Con las azules, las opacas, las oscuras
Vestiduras de la noche, de la luz y la penumbra,
Tendería a tus pies dichas vestimentas:
Más yo, siendo pobre, solo tengo mis anhelos;
He extendido mis fantasías a tus pies,
Pisa sutilmente, pues pisas sobre mis sueños.
Traduccido por Berta-Isabel Cuadrado Álvarez
