Rima XIII

Tu pupila es azul, y cuando ríes, su claridad suave me recuerda el trémulo fulgor de la mañana que en el mar se refleja. Tu pupila es azul, y cuando lloras, las transparentes lágrimas en ella se me figuran gotas de rocío sobre una violeta. Tu pupila es azul, y si en su fondo como un punto de luz radia una idea me parece, en el cielo de la tarde, ¡una perdida estrella!			Your eyes are blue, and when you laugh, their smooth clarity reminds me of the tremulous brilliance of the morning reflected in the sea. Your eyes are blue, and when you cry, the transparent tears in them I fancy are drops of dew on a violet. Your eyes are blue, and if in their depths an idea glimmers like a point of light it seems to me, in the afternoon sky, a lost star!
Translations by others:
Thine eye is blue, and when thou laugh'st, Its gentle light recalls to me The morning's tremulous brilliancy Reflected in the sea. Thine eye is blue and when thou weep'st, The shining tears thine eye that wet Seem to me like the drops of dew Upon a violet. Thine eye is blue, and when a thought Illuming in its depths doth lie, It sees a lost and wandering star Within the evening sky. Translated by Owen Innsly Copyright ©1882 by A. Williams & Company			Blue is your pupil and whene'er you smile Its softened clarity recalls to me The trembling radiance of the morning, while Its splendors are reflected in the sea. Blue is your pupil and whene'er you weep Transparent tears, like dainty jewels set Appear to me, as they unbidden creep, Like drops of dew upon a violet. Blue is your pupil and when I descry Like points of light, ideas radiate Within its depth, it seems to scintillate Like some lost pleiad in the evening sky. Translated by Jules Renard Copyright ©1908 by Richard G. Badger
Your eyes are blue, and when you laugh Their clearness doth recall to me The tremulous effulgence of the dawn Reflected in the sea. Your eyes are blue, and when you weep The drops in them, transparent, wet, To me resemble tears of early dew Upona a violet. Your eyes are blue; when in their deeps Some fancy gleams, as if afar A point of light, it seems in evening's sky I see a shooting star! Translated by Young Allison Copyright ©1924 by Young Allison			Your eyes are blue, and when you laugh Their clearness seems to be The tremulous shimmer of the dawn Reflected on the sea. Blue are your eyes, and when you weep The tears film o'er the blue Till they have the look of violets Freshly bathed in dew. Your eyes are blue, within their depths Sparkles a flashing ray, A thought - as if in evening sky Shone a start astray! Translated by Alice Jane McVan Copyright date unknown (reprinted 1938)