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2013-05-05T02:26:47Z

Special thanks to Mr. Yoshio Suzuki, Mr.Motoaki Hara.

A Silvia   Silvia, rimembri ancora  Quel tempo della tua vita mortale,  Quando beltà splendea  Negli occhi tuoi ridenti e fuggitivi,  E tu, lieta e pensosa, il limitare  Di gioventù salivi?  Sonavan le quiete  Stanze, e le vie dintorno,  Al tuo perpetuo canto,  Allor che all'opre femminili intenta  Sedevi, assai contenta  Di quel vago avvenir che in mente avevi.  Era il maggio odoroso: e tu solevi  Così menare il giorno.  Io gli studi leggiadri  Talor lasciando e le sudate carte,  Ove il tempo mio primo  E di me si spendea la miglior parte,  D'in su i veroni del paterno ostello  Porgea gli orecchi al suon della tua voce,  Ed alla man veloce  Che percorrea la faticosa tela.  Mirava il ciel sereno,  Le vie dorate e gli orti,  E quinci il mar da lungi, e quindi il monte.  Lingua mortal non dice  Quel ch'io sentiva in seno.  Che pensieri soavi,  Che speranze, che cori, o Silvia mia!  Quale allor ci apparia  La vita umana e il fato!  Quando sovviemmi di cotanta speme,  Un affetto mi preme  Acerbo e sconsolato,  E tornami a doler di mia sventura.  O natura, o natura,  Perchè non rendi poi  Quel che prometti allor? perchè di tanto  Inganni i figli tuoi?  Tu pria che l'erbe inaridisse il verno,  Da chiuso morbo combattuta e vinta,  Perivi, o tenerella. E non vedevi  Il fior degli anni tuoi;  Non ti molceva il core  La dolce lode or delle negre chiome,  Or degli sguardi innamorati e schivi;  Nè teco le compagne ai dì festivi  Ragionavan d'amore.  Anche peria fra poco  La speranza mia dolce: agli anni miei  Anche negaro i fati  La giovanezza. Ahi come,  Come passata sei,  Cara compagna dell'età mia nova,  Mia lacrimata speme!  Questo è quel mondo? questi  I diletti, l'amor, l'opre, gli eventi  Onde cotanto ragionammo insieme?  Questa la sorte dell'umane genti?  All'apparir del vero  Tu, misera, cadesti: e con la mano  La fredda morte ed una tomba ignuda  Mostravi di lontano. * To Silvia Silvia, do you remember then That time of your life When beauty glistened In your laughing and darting eyes, And you, joyful and pensive, climbed over The threshold of your youth? Ringing through the quiet chamber Resounding all the way around Was your perpetual song. Then when intent at your womanly task You sat – content enough With those hazy thoughts of things to come. It was that scented May, when you Thus passed the day. I at my trifling studies At times left off my sweaty papers Where the commencement of my first youth And youthful brilliance of my better days I spent On the balconies of my paternal home Lending my ears to the sound of your voice And to your swift-moving hand Across the wearying threads. I gazed at the sky serene The golden byways, and the courtyard-gardens And there the far-off sea and here the hills. No mortal tongue could speak The feelings in my breast. What lovely dreams, What hopes, what hearts O my Silvia. How they appeared to us This human life – and fate! When I recall to myself how grand those hopes A tenderness takes me Bitter and disconsolate And turns me to deplore my baneful fate. O Nature, O nature, Why do you not then give That which you promised then? Why to such a degree Do you beguile your children? You, before the grass withered in winter Were locked in the malady which assailed and overcame you, You perished, O tender one, and never glimpsed The very flower of your years. Nor was your heart to soften At the praise now of your raven hair And of your glance, demure, enamoured, Nor with your girlfriends on a festive day Were you to speak of love. It perished too with me, My sweet hopes of younger years And too, the Fates negated My time of youth. Alas, how - How have you passed away Dear companion of my early days. My tear-soaked hopes Here in this world – and there The joys of love, of work, and of events About which we talked so much together? Is such the destiny of us human beings? For when the truth appeared You, poor abject one, succumbed: and with the hand Of frosty death, to a naked tomb From afar pointed the way. − Giacomo Leopardi− via theinkbrain ＊シルヴィアへシルヴィア, おぼえてるかい? 君の人生のあの頃を君の　笑いはにかむ眼に美が輝いていた　あの頃しあわせに　思慮深く　青春の敷居をまたごうとしていた　あの頃を？君の長い歌が　静かな部屋部屋をぬけまわりの小径すべてにこだましていたっけ君は腰かけ　女の仕事に懸命だった　美しい未来を想い描き満たされるばかりだったねかぐわしい5月　君は　いつもそんなふうに　日を過ごしていたぼくはといえば　くだらない勉強に明け暮れてた青春の入口　その最良の輝きの時を費していた汗臭い紙から　ときどきはなれおやじの家のバルコニーから君の歌声　そしてクタクタの糸たちの間をすばやく走る君の手さばきの音に　耳をそばだてた澄み切った空　黄金色の小径　野菜畑遥か遠くの海　そして　あの山々ぼくの胸によぎった想いはとても人間のコトバでは語れないあの甘い夢々　希望　なんというときめきああ　シルヴィアそれらは結局どんなふうにこのぼくらの人生　運命に訪れたか！あのすばらしき夢々を　思い起こすとき苦くなぐさめきれずに　やるせなくぼくをしめつけるそして己の災厄を嘆くのみ… おお自然よ　おお自然よ何故約束したものを与えない？何故これほどまで子供たちをだますんだ？シルヴィア　君は　冬が草を枯らす前に襲いかかってきた病魔に敗れ逝ってしまった　ああ　かわいい君ついに自分の花を　掴む事もできず君の黒髪　つぶらな瞳へのあまいほめことばで　こころがとろけることもなく　賑やかな祭りの日　女友達と恋を語ることもなく...　そして内なるぼくも朽ちた若き日の甘い望みも打ち砕かれ運命といふやつが青春も拒んだああ　なぜ逝ってしまったのかぼくの青春の愛しい女ともだち！ぼくの涙に濡れた希望これが　あの世界？　これがあれほどともに語り合った愉しみ　仕事　出来事なのか？これが我々の定めなのか... 真実... 君は　惨めにも　倒れ冷たい死　と　はだかの墓ひとつを遠く　遠く指差していた *translation; cccouk / chocochips

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