(Miguel Torga, August 12, 1907 – January 17, 1995)
When My Time Is Up
When my time is up
look for me in the dunes,
divided between the sea and the land.
Sea-farer and land-tiller, foam or foliage,
it’s all to my liking.
But if the great adventure that we await
is fruited with salt and with sap,
come steal me from the waves that I court
and from the shade of the mountains that cover me
with a lover’s tenderness.
Carry me naked to the feast of the combat
that will unite the seas and the continents.
Sea-farer and land-tiller, I shall have the entire ocean
of human hope,
and the universal land
of round and winged perfection.
(Miguel Torga, “Quando Chegar a Hora,” in Cântico do Homem, 1950)