El Cardo Azul - Carlos Di Sarli

En mi cuidado jardn

Esbelto, altivo y gallardo,

Floreci un silvestre cardo,

Con sus penachos de tul;

Y el roco con su manto

Que de perlas pareca,

Al amanecer cubra

Las hebras del cardo azul.

Pero el beso de la aurora

Que el sol radiante le enviaba,

Con sus besos desfloraba

Aquel manto de arrebol;

En finsimas lloviznas

Caan las perlas al suelo,

Y tan azul como el cielo,

Quedaba otra vez la flor.

Ya no muestras a la aurora

El jopel de tu hermosura,

Ya no encanta la frescura

De tus penachos de tul;

Y al mirarte marchitado

Sin candor y sin esencia,

Ya no halagas mi existencia

Pobrecito cardo azul.

In my careful garden

Slender, proud and gallant,

A wild thistle blossomed,

With its plumes of tulle;

And the rock with its cloak

What pearls it seemed,

at dawn cover

The threads of the blue thistle.

But the kiss of the dawn

That the radiant sun sent him,

With her kisses he deflowered

That mantle of red;

In fine drizzles

The pearls fell to the ground,

And as blue as the sky,

The flower remained again.

You no longer show the dawn

The jopel of your beauty,

no longer love freshness

Of your plumes of tulle;

And looking at you withered

Without candor and without essence,

You no longer flatter my existence

Poor little blue thistle.