William Blake -My pretty rose tree-

My pretty rose tree
William Blake (1757-1827)

A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said 'I've a pretty rose tree,'
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.

Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.


Mi bonito rosal

Me ofrecieron una flor,
una flor tal que nunca se vio en mayo.
Pero yo dije: "Tengo un bonito rosal",
y pasé por alto a la dulce flor.

Fui entonces hasta mi Bonito Rosal
y lo cuidé de día y de noche;
pero mi Rosa me dio la espalda, celosa,
y sus espinas fueron mi solo deleite.