Wednesday, March 9, 2011

I do not grow weary of the long wait

It has been awhile since I've updated! The semester has been very busy and proven to be challenging in many ways. I'm finally enjoying spring break even though it's not just rest and relaxation. I'll be teaching string students at Peck Elementary tomorrow all by myself which is a wonderful challenge for me! I've also been practicing hard for my recital which is the next weekend after this one.

Today's been a deary day and I've been listening to some opera underneath my warm blanket and just looking out at the grayness. One of my favorite songs from Madame Butterfly came up, "Un bel di, vedremo." I thought I would share the English translation since the words are so beautiful and the story so tragic.

One good day, we will see
Arising a strand of smoke
Over the far horizon on the sea
And then the ship appears
And then the ship is white
It enters into the port, it rumbles its salute.

Do you see it? He is coming!
I don't go down to meet him, not I.
I stay upon the edge of the hill
And I wait along time
but I do not grow weary of the long wait.

And leaving from the crowded city,
A man, a little speck
Climbing the hill.
Who is it? Who is it?
And as he arrives
What will he say? What will he say?
He will call Butterfly from the distance
I without answering
Stay hidden
A little to tease him,
A little as to not die.
At the first meeting,
And then a little troubled
He will call, he will call
"Little one, dear wife
Blossom of orange"
The names he called me at his last coming.
All this will happen,
I promise you this
Hold back your fears -
I with secure faith wait for him.