A muntanya
Language: Catalan (Català)
Allí dalt de la muntanya
tot el bé de Déu hi tinc:
les roses de quatre en quatre
i els clavells de cinc en cinc,
l’estimada a la finestra,
l’ovella amb l’esquellerinc;
per rellotge, el sol que toca
a cada hora un greny d’afrau;
el pollancre per la fressa
i l’alzina per la pau,
i per gaudi, cada núvol
ala-estès com una nau;
par jaç d’or, una pallissa,
per llumenera un estel,
per finestra que no es tanca
un retall tot blau de cel;
i per criats que em despertin,
un quiquiriquic i un bel.
Allí dalt de la muntanya,
tant enlaire, tot hi és:
la riquesa ben colgada,
perquè l’home la fangués;
l’alegria entre fretures,
com rosada entre esbarzers;
la salut entre l’orenga
i les flors de penical;
aterrat amb creus de palma,
el dimoni en un fondal,
i Nostre Senyor devora,
estadant del pis de dalt.
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- ENG English (Salvador Pila) , "In the mountains", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Salvador Pila
[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website: 2014-03-12
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Word count: 148
In the mountains
Language: English after the Catalan (Català)
Up in the mountains
I have a world of plenty:
roses, four at a time,
and carnations, five at a time,
the beloved at the window,
sheep with small bells;
as a clock, the sun that each hour
touches an outcrop of ravine;
the poplar for the rustling,
and the oak for peace,
and for enjoyment, every cloud
with wings spread out like a vessel,
as a golden bed, a hayloft,
as lamp, a star,
as window that never closes,
a frame of blue sky,
and as servants to wake me,
a cock-a-doodle-doo and a bleat.
Up there in the mountains,
so high, there’s everything:
riches well-buried
for man to dig them out,
joy from hardships
like dew on brambles,
health amongst oregano
and holly flowers;
laid down by palm crosses,
the devil in a hollow,
and the Lord nearby,
as tenant of the upper floor.
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