Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Spanish poetry -- Translations into English
'What you have seen this past night in this very spot and with your
eyes, discreet and gallant shepherds, and fair shepherdesses, will have
given you to understand how acceptable to Heaven is the laudable custom
we have of performing these yearly sacrifices and honourable funeral
rites, for the happy souls of the bodies which by your decree deserved
to have burial in this famous valley. I say this to you, my friends, in
order that henceforth with more fervour and diligence you may assist in
carrying out so holy and famous a work, since you now see how rare and
lofty are the spirits of which the beauteous Calliope has told us, for
all are worthy not only of your, but of all possible praises. And think
not that the pleasure is small I have felt in learning from so true a
narration how great is the number of the men of divine genius who live
in our Spain to-day; for it always has been and is held by all foreign
nations that the spirits are not many, but few, that in the science
of poetry show that they are of lofty spirit, the real fact being as
different as we see, since each of those the nymph has named excels
the most subtle foreigner, and they would give clear tokens of it, if
poetry were valued as highly in this Spain of ours as it is in other
regions. And so for this reason the renowned and clear intellects that
excel in it, because of the little esteem in which the princes and the
common people hold them, by their minds alone communicate their lofty
and strange conceptions, without daring to publish them to the world,
and I hold for my part that Heaven must have ordained it in this way
because the world does not deserve, nor does our heedless age, to enjoy
food so pleasant to the soul. But, since it seems to me, shepherds,
that the little sleep of the past night and our long ceremonies will
have made you somewhat wearied and desirous of repose, it will be well,
after doing the little that remains to us to fulfil our purpose, for
each to return to his hut or to the village, carrying in his memory
what the muse has enjoined on us.'
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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