Rima XVI

Si al mecer las azules campanillas     de tu balcón, crees que suspirando pasa el viento     murmurador, sabe que, oculto entre las verdes hojas,     suspiro yo. Si al resonar confuso a tus espaldas     vago rumor, crees que por tu nombre te ha llamado     lejana voz, sabe que, entre las sombras que te cercan     te llamo yo. Si se turba medroso en la alta noche     tu corazón, al sentir en tus labios un aliento     abrasador, sabe que, aunque invisible, al lado tuyo     respiro yo.			If when the bluebells rustle     on your balcony, you think that the passing wind's sighing     is gossip, know that, hidden among green leaves,     I am sighing. If when a faint murmur sounds garbled     behind your back, you think you hear your name called by     a distant voice, know that, from the shadows that surround you     I am calling. If your heart is fearful and disturbed     late at night, and you feel on your lips a breath     burning, know that, although invisible, by your side     I am breathing.
Translations by others:
If, at the stirring of the sweet bluebells     Upon thy balcony, thou dost believe,     That murm'ring breezes in their passage grieve And melancholy them to sighs impels, - Know then, that it is I, Who lurk amid their foliage and sigh. If, at the bearing of a sound confused     From distant noises, thou dost seem to hear,     That far-off voices urgently appear To call thee by thuy name, - be not abused, - For it is I, who call From where the deep surrounding shadows fall. If, in the deep tranquility of night     Thy heart is troubled with disturbing fear     At feeling on thy lips or hovering near A parching respiration, - banish fright, Know thou, that I abide And breathe, unseen, at thy beloved side. Translated by Jules Renard Copyright ©1908 by Richard G. Badger			If, at the rustling of the bluebell blossoms     On thy balcony, Thou dost believe that, sighing, the murm'ring zephyr     Doth pass by, Know that, concealed amid the leafy verdure,     Sighing am I. If, at a faint sound whispering by thy shoulder     Scarce audibly, Thou dost believe upon thy name a distant     Voice doth cry, Know that, amid the shadows that surround thee,     Calling am I. If, in the stilly night, thy heart doth quiver     Timorously, Feeling the presence of a burning breath     To thy lips nigh, Know that, however invisible, at thy side     Breathing am I. Translated by Young Allison Copyright ©1924 by Young Allison