Treasure Island

Jose Marti

(1853-1895 / Cuba)

I Have a Page of Loyal-Renown (Verse XI)


I have a page of loyal-renown
Who bends to all my desires,
Takes care of me, never tires,
Cleans and shines my laurel clown.

My page excels at his job:
He will neither eat nor sleep,
And writhes in pain when I keep
Long hours at work, or sob.

When I leave, the scoundrel dashes
And in my pocket appears;
When I return the dolt nears
To offer a cup of ashes.

When I wake at crack of dawn,
He's up and beside my bed;
When I write, the blood he's shed
Into my inkwell is drawn.

My page I can always count on,
Though he rattles as he walks,
Chills and warms the one he stalks:
My page is a skeleton.

YO TENGO UN AMIGO MUY FIEL... (Verso XI)

Yo tengo un paje muy fiel
Que me cuida y que me gruñe,

Y al salir, me limpia y bruñe


Mi corona de laurel.

Yo tengo un paje ejemplar
Que no come, que no duerme,
Y que se acurruca a verme
Trabajar, y sollozar.

Salgo, y el vil se desliza,
Y en mi bolsillo aparece;
Vuelvo, y el terco me ofrece
Una taza de ceniza.

Si duermo, al rayar el día
Se sienta junto a mi cama:
Si escribo, sangre derrama
Mi paje en la escribanía.

Mi paje, hombre de respeto,
Al andar castañetea:
Hiela mi paje, y chispea:
Mi paje es un esqueleto.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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