At the kiss of the breath the flowers pour out
Their abundance of fragrance
With gentle candor;
And the woods, the land, the breeze and the heavens,
Filled with fragrance, life and joy,
Exhale perfumes of peace and love.And the first essence exhaled
By the modest flower
Is pure and holy;
As innocent as the pure tear
Sparkling in the eye of chaste beauty
At the first kiss of the breath of love.The simple maid, gentle and innocent.
Who sees on her brow
The glow of modesty.
Sighs and longs to be inspired,
And in divine dreams to pour
The first essence of the breath of love.And in sweet deliriums to behold
Life and the hours temptingly
Roll by without sorrow,
As the lucid waves of the clear river
Roll quietly in the summer nights
At the light breath of the kiss of love.The bird allures us with its bright feathers;
The sea with its foam;
The flowers with their odor;
The earth with her brilliant and beautiful pomp,
And the sky with its clouds and bright stars,
Celestial torches of peace and love.But what would become of their chaste delights,
Their pure tears.
Their eternal radiance.
If the pure wings of the breath of love
Were never to come in rapid circles
Lightly to shed their sweet sighs?The oceans and stars would horrible seem,
And the sad complaints
Of the birds and the flowers;
And faint would seem the gentle caresses
That fill the soul with affable delights,
And hardly feel the breath of love.The world allures us with a thousand seraphs
And its rich gardens
Of angelical fragrance;
And while we feel its sweet aroma
The joys of the soul give us poetry,
And eternally say to us : “Life is love!”
Translation by Ernest S. Green and Miss H. Von Lowenfels
Al beso del aura derraman las flores
Sus copas de olores
Con suave candor;
Y llenos de aroma, de vida y consuelo,
El bosque, la tierra, la brisa y el cielo.
Exhalan perfumes de paz y de amor.Y es pura y es santa la esencia primera
Que vierte hechicera
La tímida flor;
Como es inocente la lágrima pura
Que brilla en los ojos de casta hermosura
Al beso primero del auro de amor.La cándida niña, donosa, inocente,
Que mira en su frente
Brillar el pudor;
Suspira y ansia sentirse inspirada,
Y en sueños divinos verter perfumada
La esencia primera del aura de amor.Y en dulces delirios mirar seductoras
La vida y las horas
Rodar sin dolor,
Cual ruedan sencillas en noches de estío
Las ondas ligeras del diáfano rio
Al leve suspiro del aura de amor.El ave nos brinda sus nítidas plumas,
El mar sus espumas,
Las flores su olor;
La tierra sus galas brillantes y bellas,
Y el cielo sus nubes y blancas estrellas.
Antorchas divinas de paz y de amor.Empero, ¿qué fueran sus castas dulzuras,
Sus lágrimas puras.
Su eterno fulgor
Si nunca vinieran en rápidos giros
Vertiendo ligeras sus dulces suspiros
Las cándidas alas del aura de amor?..Horrible nos fueran los mares y estrellas,
Las tristes querellas
Del ave y la flor;
Y lánguidas fueran las suaves caricias,
Que llenan el alma de afables delicias.
Apenas sentimos el beso de amor.El mundo nos brinda sus mil serafines.
Sus ricos jardines
De angélico olor;
Y en tanto sentimos su dulce armonía,
Los goces del alma nos dan poesía,
Y eternos nos dicen : ” ¡la vida es amor! “
Frankly I do not blame the Obama Administration. They are being true to who they are and to what they represent. If they believe they have the savior on-hand why bring up the name of the other One.
