Los Tres Reyes Magos (With English Translation)

Poem By Ruben Dario

-O soy Gaspar. Aquí traigo el incienso.
Vengo a decir: La vida es pura y bella.
Existe Dios. El amor es inmenso.
Todo lo sé por la divina Estrella!

-Yo soy Melchor. Mi mirra aroma todo.
Existe Dios. El es la luz del día.
La blanca flor tiene sus pies en lodo
y en el placer hay la melancolía!

-Soy Baltasar. Traigo el oro. Aseguro
que existe Dios. El es el grande y fuerte.
Todo lo sé por el lucero puro
que brilla en la diadema de la Muerte.

-Gaspar, Melchor y Baltasar, callaos.
Triunfa el amor y a su fiesta os convida.
Cristo resurge, hace la luz del caos
y tiene la corona de la Vida!


English Translation

The Three Wise Kings


My name is Kaspar. I the incense bear.
The glamour of the Star has made me wise.
I say that love is vaster than the skies.
And God exits. And Life is pure and fair.

-My name is Melchior. And my myrrh scents all.
There is God. He is the light of morn.
The fairest blossoms from the dust are born,
And joy is shadowed by a threatful pall.

-My name is Balthasar. I bring a wreath
Of Orient gold, my gift. I come to say
That God exists. I know all by the ray
Of starry light upon the crown of Death.

-Balthasar, Melchior, Kaspar, be ye still.
Love triumphs and has bid you to his feast.
Radiance has filled the void, the night has ceased:
Wearing Life's crown, Christ comes to work His Will!

Comments about Los Tres Reyes Magos (With English Translation)

It is painful to listen to lovely spanish verses being read by a heavily accented english-american voice. The whole musicality of the original words goes out the window!


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