Classic Poem

FUNERAL SILVA

The trunk and the source,
more than sand and its green leaves,
was honored your sorrows,
Oh dove suffering!
Your voice accompanied the dry bush,
you gave to do the echo;
usurped the meadows
name loyal
of your faith and firmness.
, Never, never saw the care,
sorrows and evils,
if its not in your sorrow,
sick of feeling
it was so much his grief,
that gave this beach
honor, if not ornament.
I see lifeless,
and meadow that is without you luck
who was your lover without compromise.
Who seeketh other causes to your K
outside the lot to love your company.
much offends you, and also knew little
what with your wings flew blind,
and your tyranny;
because I still your bird
rather than air, he was frecuentaste
It gave mortal wound
helps your pain on your life,
to eternal rest;
I know that your loving spirit
came the angry death
in your desire more ready than their Vuel
and very less feared than entreaty:
because of so much pain and grief
may not have as invidiosa hand
that refuses pity or respect,
hunter or enter
in this plain green
who just pity your sighs
not mock shots.
Piedad reach all knew,
and you could not.

And being light bird
to yourself you become fierce.
I give this log fire
divided into pieces,
shall continue to smoke l'soul of its owner.
Then a present of a thousand odors
the air, where musicians hugs
enjoys soft loves,
peacefully quiet,
meeting your husband spirit soul.
Receive you heard the funeral of
Amarilis yeces many complain;
not like deserve,
did not like;
because when I stay short
dead turtle could do more,
I live by loving as I can.