Per al Natxo i la seva família

Lluny de vós he passat la primavera,
quan de gala i color es vestia abril
i quan la joventut, tan juganera,
feia riure i dansar un Saturn senil.

Però ni cants d'ocells ni la floresta
més diversa d'aromes i colors
no em suggerien pas cançons de festa,
i en cap jardí no vaig collir cap flor.

Tampoc no em va admirar la neu del lliri
ni de la rosa l'esclatant rojor:
que això eren sols dolceses, pur deliri,
un calc de vós, vós d'elles el patró.

Éreu absent, i hivern el món semblava.
Però jo amb l'ombra vostra em delectava.

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From you have I been absent in the spring
When proud-pued April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leapt with him.

Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue
could make me any summer's storu tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew;

Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose.
They were but sweet, but figures of delight
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those;

Yet seemed in winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.

(W. Shakesperare, Sonet XCVIII, traducció de G. Vergés)

Amb tot el nostre afecte.