miércoles, 13 de julio de 2016

JOHN HENRY NEWMAN: ¡CONDÚCEME TÚ!

Guíame, oh Luz bondadosa, en medio de la oscuridad que me rodea.
¡Condúceme Tú!
Oscura es la noche y estoy muy lejos de casa
¡Condúceme Tú!
Protege Tú mis pasos;  no pido ver muy lejos
ver mi próximo paso es suficiente.

Yo no fuí siempre así, ni pedía que Tú me condujeses.
Me gustaba elegirme yo el camino; pero ahora:
¡Condúceme Tú!

Yo amé los resplandores; y un orgullo temerario gobernaba mi querer.
Oh! No recuerdes mis años pasados.
Tu poder me bendijo ya, desde hace tanto tiempo,
que seguramente me guiará todavía
por breñal y pantano, arenal y torrente,
hasta que haya pasado la noche;
y con la aurora,
vuelvan a sonreírme aquellos rostros de ángeles
que yo amara hace tanto y perdiera después. 
                                                                    Amén 

“Lead, kindly Light, amid encircling gloom,
                Lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home
                Lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene – one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
                Shouldst lead me on.
I loved to choose and see my path; but now
                Lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will; remember not past years.

So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still
                Will lead me on
O´er moor and fen, o´er crag and torrent, ´til
                The night is gone;
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I Have loved long since, and lost awhile.”
(Card. John Henry Newman, Sicilia, 1833)
The night is dark, and I am far from home
                Lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene – one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
                Shouldst lead me on.
I loved to choose and see my path; but now
                Lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will; remember not past years.

So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still
                Will lead me on
O´er moor and fen, o´er crag and torrent, ´til
                The night is gone;
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I Have loved long since, and lost awhile.”

(Card. John Henry Newman, Sicilia, 1833)

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