Marada sensacao (translation below)

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Marada sensacao, mistura

Do calor de um abraco profundo

Que parece congelar o tempo

E do vazio amedrontador que ameaca

Do estomago tomar o corpo inteiro.

Lente que pinta o mundo de rosa

E suas margens de denso preto,

Sonho que tira-me o sono,

Delirio que acorda-me pra felicidade.

Sentimento inexplicavel, intangivel.

Para-se o meu mundo a contemplar-la,

Anima-se meu coracao a desejar-la,

Torna suas palavras em melodia,

Seu rosto em uma obra de arte

Cuja beleza nao ha concorencia.

O poesia, de-me a forca pra enfrentar

Semelhante singular sentimento

E guarde, o Musa, meu desabafo.

TRANSLATION

Title: Strange sensation

Strange* sensation, mix

Of the heat of a deep hug

That seems to freeze time

And of the scaring emptiness that threatens

From the stomach to take the whole body.

Lens that colour the world in pink

And its borders of dark black,

Dream that steals me the sleep,

Delirium that wakes me up to happiness.

Unexplainable, untouchable sentiment.

My world stops to behold her,

My heart cheers up in wanting her,

Her words become melody,

Her face a piece of art

Whose beauty has no rivalry.

O poetry, give me the strength to face a

Similar singular sentiment*

And keep, o Muse, my confession*.

Strange= The word I used, ''marada'' is not one I'm familiar with, we don't use it in Brazil, I learnt it with my Portuguese friends (they use it in Portugal), just felt I had to say it.

Similar singular sentiment = I've been enough lucky to be able to keep it in the English translation, this verse in the original Portuguese was based on an alliteration of the S.

Confession = This poor translation proves that I should really improve my English. Desabafo is a noun coming from the verb desabafar which means "to get something off your chest", trying to translate the noun I found out I simply don't know a word for it in English and I went for the closer I could manage, confession.

Author's Note

Wrote that some months ago when I fell in love.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful and amazing poetry.
"My world stops to behold her,
My heart cheers up in wanting her,
Her words become melody,
Her face a piece of art
Whose beauty has no rivalry."
The above lines can stand alone. Had the feel of Donne in the perfect words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Leslie Philibert]

Great, I like poems packed with notes, the way Ken Simms does, and here, a fine translation from a clever and talented poet, great

[TL Boehm]

And of the scaring emptiness that threatens
From the stomach to take the whole body.

a powerful write and those lines so descriptive of that power emotion has over us.