II

Juan Loyalist is dead: his hoping heart
That beat with bravery and fellow-love
For toiling man, is dead. Dead are this love,
This bravery. Hope, bravery and love
Retreat and weaken, heart by heart.

His hands that lightly held a stick
Of dynamite with fingers stained
By toil and joy, coal and tobacco,
Unshaking lit the short fuse with
A cigarette-butt, daily handled death,

This day are dead. And hope has lost
Two hands, one heart. Who says there are
Too many hands and hearts or too much hope,
Bravery and love? The heartless world
Must learn to mourn this one brave heart.

Sordello, when Blacatz was killed
In 1237, wrote a song:
"Qu'om li trago lo cor e qu'en manjo'l baro
Que vivon decoratz, pais auron de cor pro". 1.)

Let all the heartless barons eat Juan's heart.

The kings, the leaders, those who live
Content, not hoping for a better world
Or fearing it, whose heart is dead,
Never beats with bravery and hope
And fellow-love, now let them eat

Juan's heart before it rots and fades.
Sordello called the kings to feast:
"L'emperaire de Roma, malgrat de sos Ties...
Del Rei engles me platz, quar es pauc coratjes,
Que mange pron del cor ..." Stockholders who sit 2.)

In offices and watch the tickers tell
How Rio Tinto and Bilbao Steel
Rise and fall with fortunes of war,
Who fear the future, let them eat
Juan's heart, learn love. Dead Sordel and I mourn.

1.) "Let them tear his heart out and let the barons eat of it;
Those who live heartless will then have much heart".

2.) "The Emperor of Rome, in spite of his Germans ...
Of the English King I complain, for he has little heart:
Let him eat much heart ..."

1938