George Gordon Byron, sexto Lord Byron (1788-1824)
When we two parted... When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that our foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow - It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me - Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who know thee too well: - Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee! - With silence and tears . Cuando nos separamos... Cuando nos separamos En silencio y con lágrimas, Con el corazón medio roto, Para apartarnos por años, Tu mejilla se volvió pálida y fría, Y más frío tu beso; En verdad aquella hora predijo El dolor de esta. El rocío