Rhyme XI


Rima VI

Gustavo Adolfo Becquer



I am ardent, I am dark, I am the symbol of passion,
Of longing of pleasure; my soul is full.
Do you seek for me?
- No, it's not for you, no.

My face is fair, my hair, of gold,
I can offer you pleasure without end;
I, of tenderness, guard a treasure. 
Do you call for me? 
- No, no, not for you.

I am a dream, the impossible,
Vain phantom of fog and light;
I am incorporeal, I am intangible;
I cannot love you.
- Oh come, you come!