And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
~
E a morte não terá domínio algum.
Na sua nudez, os homens mortos serão um
Com o homem no vento e a lua do ocidente;
Quando os seus ossos forem colhidos e limpos no pó,
Haverá estrelas em ombro e pé.
Mesmo que se tornem loucos, serão sãos,
Mesmo que afundem no mar, erguer-se-ão;
Mesmo que os amantes se percam, o amor não;
E a morte não terá domínio algum.
E a morte não terá domínio algum.
Sob as vagas espiraladas do mar,
Os que há muito jazem, não morrerão tempestuosamente;
Torcidos pela roda, quando a coluna ceder,
Acorrentados, não quebrarão;
A fé nas suas mãos estalará,
Percorridos pelas dores do unicórnio;
Ao rasgarem-se num desabrochar de fins, não sucumbem;
E a morte não terá domínio algum.
E a morte não terá domínio algum.
Os gritos das gaivotas silenciar-se-ão nos seus ouvidos
Assim como o estrondo das vagas espiraladas na praia;
Onde soprou flor que jamais flor alguma
Erga a sua corola aos golpes da chuva;
Ainda que loucas e mortas como pregos,
Cabeças de símbolos martelam através de margaridas;
Irrompem no sol até que o sol se rompa,
E a morte não terá domínio algum.
Dylan Thomas, traduzido por mim.
