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De una Erendira a la otra/From one Erendira to Another


Estimada Eréndira:

Tú eras una princesa Purépecha

Una guerrera

Una campeona

Nacida para mandar tú gente

Valientemente pero finalmente sin éxito

Contra los Conquistadores

 

Mis padres me dieron tu nombre

Pienso yo,

Porque esperaron que yo heredaría

Tu ánimo

Tu valor

Tu justicia

Una niña con semejante nombre tiene que que ser fuerte

Pensaron mis padres.

Pero pienso yo que recibí tu angustia

 

Porque la rabia, sin motivo

Es simple destrucciόn.

La ansia, sin liberaciόn

Soffocaciόn.

La Tristeza, sin causa,

Inútil

 

Pues, los cuentos no están de acuerdo en cόmo moriste

Si era

Por el dolor cuando tú padre cayό en batalla,

O el rencor de haberte enamorado de un religioso español,

O la furia de perder la guerra y toda tu pueblo

 

Pero si están de acuerdo, de que el cuchillo que termino con tu vida,

Tú fuiste la quien la sostuvo

¿Eso qué significa para mí?

Eréndira


Translation

Dear Eréndira,

You were a Purépecha princess,

A warrior,

A champion.

Born to lead your people

Bravely but ultimately unsuccessfully

Against the Spanish Conquistadores,

 

My parents named me after you

I think,

Because they hoped that I would inherit

Your spirit

Your bravery

Your righteousness.

A girl with that name in this world has got to be strong,

they must have figured.

But I think I might have gotten the heartache instead.

 

Because anger, without drive

Is just destruction.

Pain, without release

Suffocation.

Sadness, without cause

Pointless

 

Well, the stories don’t agree on how you died.

Was it because

Of grief, after your father fell in battle,

Or self-hatred, from falling in love with Spanish monk,

Or fury, at losing the war and all your people.

 

But they do agree, that the knife that took your life

You was the one holding it.

 

What does that mean for me?

Eréndira

 

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