Seguidilla, by José de Valdivielso

SEGUIDILLA

by: José de Valdivielso

WHO once was free,
Sold unto death you see;
Trust no, Mother dear,
Hearts ungrateful here!
With a honeyed smile,
Mother, a false friend
At the banquet's end
His hand within my dish the while,
Like a lamb betrayed me vile.
Trust not, Mother dear,
Hearts ungrateful here!
I placed him at my side
And passed the dish to him;
I shared and did provide
The best unto the brim.
His bargain rare and grim,--
He sold Thy Son away,
Trust not, Mother dear,
Hearts ungrateful here!
The garden flowers were wet
With the tears I shed thereon;
'Twas Holy Thursday, yet
With me had Judas gone;
He gave unto Thy Son
The kiss I'll not forget--
Trust not, Mother dear,
Hearts ungrateful here!

This English translation by Thomas Walsh of 'Seguidilla' is reprinted from Hispanic Anthology: Poems Translated from the Spanish by English and North American Poets. Ed. Thomas Walsh. New York: G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1920.

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