Matinal

Matinal

Poem by: Joan Maragall

Quins matins de primavera,

quin hermós començar el jorn!

Passeig amunt, acostant-me,

ja t’oviro en el balcó.

Te conec pel vestit negre,

te conec pel cabell ros,

per lo de mena primeta,

per lo gentilment que et mous

quan, per mor de sol, airosa

duus estesa la mà al front,

repenjant-te en la barana

per veure’m venir millor.

Jo m’acosto amb mitja rialla,

somrisenta tu em respons,

ja t’he vist... passo, i m’emporto

benestar per tot el jorn.

© hereus Joan Maragall

(versió revisada per el Sr. Josep Maria Rebés)

Matutinal

(English translation)

What spring mornings,

what a beautiful start of the day!

Up the lane, approaching,

I already spot you on the balcony.

I recognize you by the black dress,

I recognize you by the blond hair,

by your slender figure of little girl,

by the grace with which you move,

when, because of the sun, gracile,

you have your extended hand at the forehead,

leaning on the railing

to see me better.

I get closer, half-laughing,

you answer me smiling,

I have seen you… I go past, and take with me

wellbeing for the whole day.

translated by Salvador Pila

(el traductor catala)