 These stanzas, omitted by Camões, were discovered by Manuel de Fadia e Souza and published in his commentaries, Juan Sanchez 1639. The whole are extant in three manuscripts. Number one, the batter of the two first, contains only six cantos. Number two, belonging to Emi Correia Montenegro, embraces the whole poem. The third manuscript in the hands of Emi Luís Franco, is given by Viscount Juromeña, volume 6, 419. It has only four rejected stanzas. The first three are those of Fadia e Souza, and the fourth is that of the established text, Canto 179, with a few unimportant changes of words and rhymes. The stanzas number, manuscript number one, 48 plus two fragments, 49. Manuscript number two, Correia Montenegro's, 26. Manuscript number three, Luís Franco's, four, total, 79. I will not here enter into the consideration, why the stanzas were left out. Many of them fully equal those retained in the popular Lusias, but almost all contained something opposed to public, or rather to priestly sentiment. A cursory glance shows that not a few want the polish and finish which distinguish the poem. I have purposely followed suit for the sake of contrast and fidelity. Juromeña's original text is printed in verso, that the reader may judge how literal is my version, which, for additional security, was submitted to Mr. J. J. Orburton, the translator of the Lusias. The rejected stanzas, manuscript number one, Canto one, stanzas 77, modified. Isto dizendo, irado e quase um sano, sobre a tebana parte descendeu, onde vestindo a forma e gesto humano para onde o sol nasce e se moviu. Já atravessa marme de terrâneo, já de Cleópatra o reino discorreu, já deixa mão direito os garamantes e os desertos de Libia circunstantes. His spake in fury would, like white insane, and straight alighted on the Theban Way, where mortal jest and human vaster tain, he bore where newborn Phoebes veers the day. Now spends his flight Mediterranean Maine, now spurns the balance of Cleopatra's sway, now leaves to the right, the garamante's land, encircle Jason's sheets of Libian sand, too. Ja meroe deixa atrás e a terra ardente, que o septem flui rio vai regando, onde reino um e santo presidente os preceitos de Cristo amoestando, já passa terra de água escarecente que estão as alagoas sustentando, donde seu nascimento tem unilo que gera o monstruoso crocodilo. Now leaves he merry mid the fiery downs, fed by the waters of the seven flood river, realms which the high and holy president owns, of Christ his doctrine old and true believer. He passes droughty land whose people woens lacking the lakes that roll their waters ever, the very birthplace of the secret Nile, who breeds the monstrous brood of crocodile. 3. Daqui ao cabo praço vai direito, e entrando em Mozambique, nesse instante, se faz na forma muro contrafeito a um dos mais honrados semelhante, e como a seu regente fosse aceito, entrando um pouco triste no semblante, desta sorte o tebano lhe falava, apartando o dos outros conquistava. Hence to the present headland fast he flies, and making Mozambique in briefest space, becomes the counterfeit in Mormon guise of one that held high honorable place. And as the regent, much this more did prize, entering with somewhat sad and charged face, began the thiebans thus his plains to make, removing others who sat near the shake. 3. And Iqq, the credit these my words before, Showing what ploteth you unfalse, Capitaine, No, when thou wendest on thy guest to call, I heard this case debated, twix to twain, And what I tell thee, make no interval, And I will truly tell thee how, when, where, Thou canst destroy them, For I leave believe we should deceive him Who would us deceive. Between the sea and the waters where they come, Running through the long tannas of Contino, The sarmathes are there, Which remain drinking the red blood, the milk and the quinoe. Here live the mice, who also have part of Asia, the low Indino, And the birds that women do not receive, And many more than the bodhisattvas drink. Between this ocean and the waters shed To feed large tannas, flowing ceaseless flood, Dwell the sarmathes races, or a fad, Or mere milk diet, mixed with purpling blood. Here live the mission peoples, That o'er spread a part of Asia, Low and glorious brood, Abbey, who banish women, And with these a host of tribes That drink boristanese. Control three, first times at twenty-nine. But then Nicolamães, following in everything, From the female breast to the condition, He drank for his husband, Adombermudo, And Adombermudo drank for his brother. Seeing a serious, brutal and rude sin, Of another born, O great admiration, That the husband left to have, Who has by chance, and by woman. But his ill mother, following with her lad, Her woman's bosom, ready, aid to range, Took Dombermudo to her marriage bed, And Dombermudo's brother takes in change. See the foul, sinful, bestial action bred, By crying, begetting crying, Strange, mighty strange, That left her husband, she remains for air, His marriage sister, and his married fear. Control four, after stanza two, Translated in the Milhiedjubé edition of 1862. The mead of valor, bastards, ay, have claimed it, By arts or arms, or happily both conjoin it, Such were of fabled gods the most unfamed, To whom rude entience highest rank assign it. Hermes, and Dr. Apollo, still are named it, For varied science, with long art combined, Others, by arms alone prevail, So reigned Bacchus and Hercules, that thieb and twain. Two. Homer and Orpheus, eek of birth rebates, The pair by poetry, raised to such degree. And they, the sires of that imperial race, Who found a Troy in Rome for Italy. Nay, on in written legend, trust we place, Though many fill it may the father be, Of Macedonia's youth, not few would prove, Great Nectanibus filched his mother's love. Three. Thus, Justice here is Pedro's bastard son, Being exalted o'er the realm to sway, By justies of arms such goods of fortune want, That equaled every great of Bygen Day. He, when his kingdom feared to be undone, And prostrate lie, the proud Castilian spray, Baiteth the terror his own legis tries, And in all others, aspirin's falsifies. Canto IV, after Stanza 11, omitted because Catalonia and Ergon did not then belong to Castile. Nem no reino ficou de Tarragona, quem não siga de Marte o duro ofício, Nem na cidade nobre que se abona, Com ser doscipiões claro edifício. Tambem a celebrada Barcelona, Mandou soldados destros no exercício, Todos estes ajuntam Casteliano contra o pequeno reino russitano. Remain none in realm of Tarragona, Whose shirk to mel in mavers, Daurin prize, None in the noble city, Whose renown upon her founder'scipius name relies, And last, not least, the far-fane Barcelona, Sent warm and tried in warlike exercise, All these strong powers united haughty Spain, Against our little russitanean reign. Canto IV, after Stanza 13, O foes unnatural, Nature's soma's bread, Race of thy race's name does graze that arc, The generates, catiffs, Say what feeble dread, Sun wisdom, reason, All men's better part, Have made a gallant people, Born and bred loyal and brave, With clean and candid heart, Afanned in such base guise, But I suspect, Amid the great, This be the least defect. Canto IV, in the air of Stanza 21, In, as the noble youth of Roman strain, Strengthened the senate, Fane in feared of flight, The Carthaginian, Who, all sovereign, His wetted blade, To shrinking throats, brought nigh, When, worthily winning, Surning African, His furious force, So did their force defy, His doubtful country, Free as air, he made, When jealous Fabius, Still his re-delayed. Canto IV, after Stanza 27, Now, Titan's daughter, fresh and rosy, Came, bringing that memorable, deathless day, When vespers chanted, or in Mary's name, Honoring the holy month, whose name is made. This day, for battle having fittest claim, Was chosen. Now, as pale the morning gray, Bleaching the skies, Both kings unsheathed their swords, Their hosts unheartening, with hearty words. Canto IV, after Stanza 33, And emperors, you that held and had command, Or so much earth, Ae ready to resist, In Asper's conflict, And the wrong withstand, Of cruel traitors raising, Trees enscressed, complainin' not, Nay, well this chance attend, One of the noblest kings, And love the best, Seize against his law, his crown, His self, his all. Vavasor's rise to sue a stranger's thrall. Canto IV, after Stanza 35, These Homeric Stanzas on the deaths of Portuguese knights Took away interest from the central figure, the king. Passaron a Giraldo comas entranhas, O grosso e forte escudo, Que tomara a Pérez que matou, Que o seu de estranhas cutiladas desfeitos já deixara. Morre em Pedro e do Arte, Que façanhas nos brígeos tinham feito, A quem criara bragança, Ambos mancebos, ambos fortes, Companheiros nas vidas e nas mortes. Piers said Giraldo's vitals through and through, And Eek the huge thick targe has snatched away, From Pérez, whom he killed, His own with hue and strangest hack Of cutlass useless lay. Dice Pedro and do Arte dies, In lieu of death amid the brigeons, Born were they both in bragança, Brave and youthful pride, Together lived they, thought they, fell they, died. Two. Lopo and Vincente de Lisboa bleed, Sworn in the common cause to meet their fate, Or both the crown to gain and victory's mead, To snatch from all who most unfame this bade. Afonso flyeth from his battle-steed, For five Castilians, who in ambush wait, To avenge five comrades slain in earlier strife, Packing around him pluck his precious life. Three. Downfall's Ilario, drilled by Spearhead's three, But first he took the vengeance of his spear. He mourneth not because his pride goes free, But for that comes in it Antonia fair, Flitted the fugitive's spirit fast and free, With it the thoughts succumbed to the air, And as life fled the service of his dame, Fell from his clay-cold lips her broken name. Canto IV and Lie of Sons of Harinai. His followers favour with a piercing cry, This goodly lunge of lands, Nor is his slow to snatch another, For in numerous lie the weapons lost By battle's losing-throw. He runs with couched spear, His bravery urges his braves, Who breatheth with martial law, Into the course's flanks keen rowls thrust, And lands the fulmin' level with the dust. Canto IV, after Stons of Forty, The corresponding deaths of Spanish knights. Velázquez morre y Sanchez de Toledo, Un grande caçador, outro letrado, Também parece Galves, que sem medo, Sempre dos companheiros foi chamado. Velázquez dies with Sanchez de Toledo, A mighty hunter this, and that, a clerk, Galves y Kperyshev, surnamed Semmedo, For thus his comrades called for countermark. Montantes oropeza mandoñedo, albites killed in arms insinuous stark, Fell by Antonio's hand, stout youth and brave, Whose lands more dexterous Draved them to the grave. Guevara roncador que o rosto untava, Mãos e barba do sangue que corria, Por dizer que dos muitos que matava, Saltava nele o sangue e o tingia, Quando destes abusos se jactava, De través de da Pedro que o ouvia, Tal golpe com que a Lili foi partida, Do corpo a vancabeça e a torpe vida. Braggard Guevara, who his front had died, And hands and beard with blood that tinged the plane, That he might bluster how the gory tide had spurted painting him with honored stain, Him bellowing such prevaros in his pride, Pedro, who heard the vantings loud and vain, Fell with such side-stroke that his empty head Flew from his body and his base-life fled. Vão Direitos, Carrilho, João da Lorca com Robledo, Por que os outros fugindo vão de medo. Flew high in airy space his feckless fate, While still a bolsting of some blatant jest. Pedro, besprinkled by the squirt and jet, Feels black blood trickling down his beard and breast, Wherewith the Malapur pays his vengeance dead, Carrilho's son Ixeteth in its west, Juan de Lorca and Robledo follow, While the other braves inflight their boasts must swallow. Four. Salazar, grão tafulo e o mais antigo, Rufião, que sevilha então sustinha, A quem a falsa amiga que consigo trouxe de noite só fugiu de lutinha, Fugiu-lhe amiga enfim para outro amigo, Por que viu que o dinheiro com que vinha perdeu todo de um resto, E não perdera se uma carta de espadas leviera. Salazar, famous parasite, and the head-pender, Who made sevilha town in fame, Whom his false lemon had at night-tight flat, Though to the campmen she had brought her shame, Leaf wood with other friend as fair friend bed, For that the dockets wherewith all he came, Were lost upon a cast, nor were they lost, Had but a hand of spades came uppermost. Five. O desprezo da amiga o desatina, E o mundo todo, a terra e o selvagante, Blasphemando ameaça, E determina divingar-se em qualquer que achar diante, Encontra com Gaspar, que Catarina ama em extremo, E leva do montante, Que no ar fere fogo, E certo cria, que um monte da pancada fenderia. His she-friend's treasure gars and wits the time, And threaten universe, earth, and vacant skies, Blaspheming, And resolve with rage and dine, All who dare cross his valour to chest-ties. Encountering Gaspar, who his Catherine loves as his life, The brothsward fast he plies, Till ere, far as smitten, Makes him faint-believe, Such stroke of mighty blade, A hill could cleave. Six. The Spaniard clippeth, Yet doth not restrain, The commetiment d'est via trevido, Bracee o castellano, E de ameaços se serve ainda, E, estando já vencido, O português forçoso em breve mora, De leva a arma das mãos, E salta fora. Fondly he hopes the foe to hew in twain, But Gaspar, sighting overhead the blade, Runs in, And catches him with gripping strain, It was a fair feat of skill in hard he had. The Spaniard clippeth, Yet doth not restrain, His boastful threatening, Although conquered, The forceful portingle, with short delay, Enarms his hands, And leaps from out his way. Seven. Last his foe man used such crafty mold, Himself had used, He deals to cattle thrust, And find the broadsword in his bosom blood, He bays that not to vengeance, Mold he trust. Flyeth the furious ghost, And in the wood-tartarian, Still blasphemes, Relates his lust for vengeance, For no more can scourge his queen, While him electos call death long and keen. Eight. The Spaders' Medal to the Damned Host El Names he calleth, Heeping curses dread, Which, when it entered not, His ducats lost, And lost his life when it had entered. Pluto to guard him pace in scot and cost, Shows him the traitor's lady friend who fled, Joyed by his rival, Reigning greedy kisses, He starts to strike them, But the shades he misses. Control four, afterstands at forty-four. Human sense, how could this darkling error seal your sight? How have you hugged this gay and glad pretence, That lures to sanguine hate and baneful fight? And now, of bloodshed, dark experience, A sore dread trial of the deadly blight Is shown to thee, And now, when known thy lot, Thy shalt give counsel, which thou tookest not. Two. The corpses of the Cavaliers are found, Fed the foul creatures of the field and wood. The nearest fountains, till some days were gone, Distilled their crystal black with human blood. The metal shepherds, and the swains who won upon the mountain, Loathe the fulsome food, the feral bird, Which for a year and more smacked of the gorgeous flesh and human gore. Control four, stands at forty-nine. Pondering such mighty deeds of their endu, Prophetic proteas, thus to Neptune cried, I fear shalt spring such braves from braves like these, Who the great scepter of thy reign shall seize. Two. He gaineth now the port, inespunable, Whereof the traitor count first opeth the gate, And blood to wash the love inevitable, Fired in Rodrigo's heart by hand of hate. Yet this was not the cause abominable, That wasted populace, hispanian state. God, for some hidden judgment, gave command, The house be opened by Rodrigo's hand. Three. But now thou livest safe, O noble Spain, If nightly forests can save its land of all. From other laws like this, from shame and stain, Who for a porter has the porting-gole, This happy fortune waited on the reign of King Joann, Who the bounding wall of Spanish land molested many years, And conquered a higher crest of rears. Four. A Venice, splendid in prosperity, Venice, where two the Fisher peoples fled, From Gothic fury and the cruelty of Adela, And built the pauper town, now raised to rich estate and high renown. Four. Nor chosen was some justice's cause and care To fill the lofty throne of governance. This king, whose noble heart and spirit rare, Pledgeed and promised highest aspirants. For him, there be no director of air, And urged mostly by such confidence, Joani chose as air to reign alone, Having no son in heritage to the throne. Control Four, after stanza A6. There did we promise, if his mercy dane, To bear us safe where Phoebus bursts the womb, Or to blind world we would his faith her dane, Or headstrong hathen us to death with doom. All for our soul's eternal health were feigned With pure, precious thrift our sprites to loom, Whereby, though heretics made spardic, right, Souls like the renovate phoenix heavenward fly. Two. Then to partake of ghostly meat we went, By whose most gracious boon so many days, Some taste of other earthly nutriment, Earths were sustained, Elias, and Moisés. Bread, whose deep secrets ne' thought eminent, Ne' subtle lore ne' soaring fantasies, Shall ever fathom, ever plumb its might, Unto dark reason faith deny her light. Control Six, after stanza Seven. There, in sublime Italia, yawns a cave, Secret and celebrate, a verness hide, Where, through the Trojan leader, bold and brave, Gained in furnace realm of gloomy night, And all this enter easy added gave, By road untrod to oceans' middle side, The sea god Neptune's proper tenement, Now thither beckons again the long descent. Control Six, after stanza 24. Doller afeld as love hath no respect, For fault or for unfault on either part, If what thou lovest leave thy love reject, Only some sore revenge shall solve the smart. But say, what profit shall thy love expect, When she thou lovest hath bestowed her heart? How shall for others love himself deny, When love delights his followers' aid of lie? Control Six, after stanza 40. What boots recounting feats and jests Notorious, of celebrate capitains and grand campaigns, Where vaunting death boasts astral smite victorious, Or alien will he bendeth as he feigneth? Let others sing and say the deed's memorials Achieved by conquerors on their battle plains. Let it be mine, if worlds will hear, To tell how by a pair of eyes mere force I fell. Two. No little pleasure to Veloso gave, So fear a subject watch and war to Gael, For as dear warfare made him dour and brave, So gentle love his breast by softening while. Such is the cunning of this cupid-nave, So odd with nature can he reconcile, While mortal hearts with blandness it endoweth, Lovers with double power his will empowereth. Three. No peito trago abertas as feridas. Recount, quoth he, recount of love fair sir, And of the wondrous chances love befell, Still his sharp arrows this sad bosom stir, That may not hurt of open wound dispel. With him agreed each watchful mariner, That all and every, then and there, should tell, Their tales of love, and how the ventures fared, Thus wise its watch to keep the crew prepared. Four. Then quoth Leonardo, here let no man what, From me to gather fables known of your, Who so would quote the tears of alien law, Himself exempted hath no tears in store. Sift love with magic eye-glance mortal smote, Those dearest enemies mine smote none so sore, Medmen as me, nor Peramas nor him, Who from abidas hellest stream did swim. Five. Fortuna, que no mundo pode tanto, Me deitou longe já da patria minha, Onde tão longo tempo vivi, Quanto bastou para perder um bem que tinha. Fortune, who vanteth or the world her might, Already draved me far from fatherland, Where a long time had lived, Sufficient quite, to lose a blessing which I held in hand. Yes, free I lived, yet not astounds my sprite, Save that my freedom I could not command, But changed for prison, since mine every thought, Would I or nood I, boon of love besought. Canto 6, after stanza 81. Thou, God divine, who dost with angels dwell, And of the starry pole has sanary, Thou who didst bring thy people Israel, Through the burst waters of the blushing sea, If from more risks than Watinius fell, Or if it can elicit, save it's thou me, Passing a pole's largely bounded path, Through rage of illus and tethis wrath. Canto 6, after stanza 94. Asim também de trás de estado ledo, Tristeza está, certíssima mudança. Quem quisesse alcançar este segredo, De não se ver nas causas segurança, Creio, se esquadrinhá-lo bem quisesse, Quem vez de saber mais, enloudecesse. Luque, how following fast on fears despair, Will win the wheel that seemed beyond our range, Thus ever dogging happy days and care, Comes hateful sorrow with her certain change, Who so would win such lore, such secret bear, How chance shall ay security is strange, Ay what, his wisdom would no blessing gain, But read a madness in his brooding brain. 2. Não responda quem disse que a fortuna Era em todas as causas inconstante, Que mandou Deus ao mundo por coluna, Deosa, que ora-se abaixo era levante, Opinião das gentes em portuna, É ter que o homem aos anjos semelhante, Por quem já Deus fez tanto, se posesse, Nas mãos do leve caso, que regisse. I have short answer for the wise who say That fickle fortune deals in living lies, That God hath made for pillar of his sway, A God as ranging aetrics fallen rise, Important that opinion man obey, That man whose nature with the angel's vice, For whom his God such goodness wrought, Is ruled by blindful chances and by luck with fooled. 3. Mas quem diz que virtudes ou pecados Sobem baixos e abaixem os subidos, Que me dirá se os mãos vir sublimados, Que me dirá se os bons vir abatidos, Se alguém me diz que nascem destinados, Parece razão aspira aos ouvidos, Que se eu nasci obrigada a meu destino, Que mais me vá ao ser santo que malino? Who said that good or ill be reason why The lowly up, the lofty downward go? What shall he say me seeing the low rise high? What shall he say me seeing the high fall low? If some should say we're born predestined, I find it an estrous reason so to throw, If darkly bound by bond of destiny, What puts a sinner or a saint I be? 4. Viram seus portugueses em tormenta, Que nenhum se lembrava já da vida, Subitamente passa, e lhe apresenta, Venos, a causa deles mais querida. Mas o cabral, que o número acrescenta Dos naufrágeos na costa desabrida, A vida salva alegre, E logo perto, a perde, Ou por destino, ou por acerto. Such dreadful storm, the porting goals tormented, All were assured life was surely lost, Sudden it passed, and to them presented, Venos, the garden, which they yearned for most. Inual cabral, whose rag and rock distented, The list of losses on the portless coast, Saves his life gladly, and at once he loses, Because what men call chance or destiny chooses. 5. Se a via de perra dela em breve instanti, O salvá-la primeiro, que livá, Fortuna-lí, se é hábio e prestante, Por que não davam bem de trás de um mal? Ben dizia o filósofo elegante, Simônides, ficando em um portal salvo, Donde os amigos morrer vira, Na sala arruinada, que caída. Un he must lose his life in one short hour, To save the spend before, what could avail? We ask why fortunes all prevail in power, Upon the hills of Elcent, not of Well. Well said the sage, so faint for elegant lore, Simônides, who from his safeport hail, Beheld his traveling friends within the hall, Crushed by the fragments of the fallen wall. 6. 7. O force of fortune-grievers, Sortedry, that hast so many in one moment's lane, Say, for what greater bane hast saved me, Whom thou hast saved from this present bane? Search is the wrath of heaven right well I see, No harm suffices for his rage insane, Nor ill he worked it, but the will he had, As soon as of working, something worse than bad. 7. Right well I want that many shall be found, With subtle reasons faith to reassure, Many by second causes shall expound, High matters, sound, sure judgment, doth the pure. To all I pledge myself I could respond, That art of scribe such mighty theme endure, I but respond that long experience Of chose your science lacking common sense. 8. End of Manuscript Number 1 Manuscript Number 2 Control 8, After Stanza 32 9. This the foundation stone sublimely laid Of the Berganza house, illustrious strain, Which in estate and grandeur all outweighed, Whatever wants the high hispanian reign, Sees thou him who with the stout armade, Cuteth this perian sea forthwith to gain, His brave objective wins this stout pretender, As a more town to fight and guard surrender. 2. 9. This duck all jammies, airting from his sires Of old nobility unnamed Morious, Who thus this mighty deed ends high desires Fulfilled to Portugal's return as victorious, This time a valour which the world admires, Leaveeth the Mormon in such fear in glorious, Who to the present is no wise relieven Of the cold berthen in the past conceiving. 3. 9. And if the famous Duke for Borus Wants catholic conquests farther still to bear, Unto Morocco's mures and terioden, And other a thousand thorbs the haven near, Deem not his constant soul of spirit's hand, Or wanting energy or slotted air, Was that his loyalty to cross-declined The certain limits which his king assigneth. 4. 8. After Stunza 36 5. In such unfairest odds and chants of fray One of our soldiers was beguirred by foes, But he, by valour more than male, Makes sway, and of true warrior-heart, Fair sureness shows. Slaying the near-charger with his sabers sway, Its riders head upon the plain he throws, Braves water-feed, and pace by pace he leaveeth, Aerier the fulman whom such exploit grievous. 6. 10. After Stunza 72 12. Shalt sea and fine conspire all India, Dressed to bellic apparatus, peoples rush, Chell, Malacca, Goa towns invest, At one such different sites to seize and crush. But see, now Chell's city sorely pressed, The seas with eminent billows flies to brush. Castro, in haste, his porting goals to save, When only God in merc's aid they crave. 2. 6. Dallion pain him king, so feignify, Burn, overrun, beleaguered, firm persist, In throwing forces which the land of fright, Against a little squad that loveth Christ. But bear that generous pandanore inside, The siege in a battle ere before hath whisked. See how the soldier he flying post secure, Pass to the post of peril, dire, endure. 3. 4. Their Chell Attaidi, most for prudence known, Strong in the ghostly comfort of the Lord, Where time and need demand such force be shown, With more than human valor aid afford. Until its salvage object shall disown, With grievous losses you unveil pagan horde, Who crushed in thousand cruel fight shall rue, The war and hurry for a truce to sue. 4. 5. While here so hapeth on the coast that glows, Of Asia and America's somber cold, They are not the last in Europe bellicose, And Barbary wild uncultivated world, Shall show thy race, Elysian, valorous, Its worth and with a freezing fear unfold, The seeding zone that sees one conquest, One pass to three other and near pause till done. 5. 6. 7. Barriga, brave of braves, they hear shall sigh, Guide of the Fem, in war of prime account, Who finds no man at arms to foil his might, Or run the moritanian plain and mount. But see how then fiddles by luck of fight, And doom disasters in the very brunt, Make him and his bologna's battle cries, For in such chances valor hopeless lies. 6. 7. But pass the perils of this imminent chance, See how his netheth, wild to dur'n sled, From grasp of Moorish foe, the beamy lens, And lays with single lunge its lance her dead. Then with strong arm the weapon swung a skance, He saves his friends the while his foes have fled, Thus all triumphant when his men their way, Wither their lot was sad captivity. 7. 8. Lo, here is he by snare once more beset, And in the darkness of vile stable lane, Loaded with iron feathers of such weight, From off the floor he moat not rise again. But see the heart with generous fire irate, Tear up the stake that show the bloody stain, And brain the haughty Moor who had not feared, Foul hand to fasten on his honored beard. 8. Yet further see, on faithless haggaring, By the commandment of his infidel king, Visited there indeed with scourge so keen, That strips from ribs his robes, With stripes that sting. Yet the brave baron scorns one word, Nor in an awe a murmur may his tortures ring. To Portugal the ragged vaster goes, Wherewith to raise a ransom for the foes. 9. Behold the un-agger headlentain, And lost by fault of tardy, succoring, soldiery, And sees thou great carvalho, Need the host hostile, Like baited bull the ring or fly. Hear him, with thirty Moorish corpses, Boast, the king of the sea, And the king of the sea, And the king of the sea, And the king of the sea, And the king of the sea, And the king of the sea so Jahren wiegst Corpse's boast whirling his broadsword crying. Since I died, let death atone for this my nobskier doom, This carrion deadlings for my fittest doom. 10. See how, when both his legs a passing ball, In pieces dashed and shanks from trunk had mown, On arms and knees he doth his best to crawl, And fight with force and valor never known, Rounded about the field, evenish all, haggars, hard children, who no pity own, And with their shafts and jevelins far they deal, To death they dare not by a nearer steel. Control ten, after stones at seventy-three. Com tais obras e feitos excelentes de valor nunca visto nem cuidado, alcançareis aquelas preminentes excelências que o céu tem reservado para vós outros entre quanta gente o sol a quenta e cerca o humor salgado, que em pouco se acham poucas repartidas e em nenhuma nação juntas e unidas. With similar labors, jest so great, so new of valor never viewed nor reached by thought, To honor shall you rise so high, so true, To excellences heavens will have brought Mid-world of men for you and only you, While feebas warms what salty billows moat, rare boons be these which rarely doled with fine To men and only in you men conjoined. 2. Religião, a primeira, sublimada, de pio e santo zelo revestida, ao culto divinal somente dada em seu serviço e obras embebida, Nesta, a gente no elíseo campo nada se mostrou sempre tal em morte e vida que pode pretender a primasia da ilustre religiosa monarquia. First, the truth sublime revealed in earthly garb of pious holy zeal, famed to divine obedience, self-tealed, and all imbibed with its works of wheel. Thus man fares swimming to the elision field, and thus in life and death shall ever deal mortals, constrained to win the princely prize, which high religious monarquia faes. 3. Lealdada é segunda quem grandesse sobre todas o nobre peito humano, com a qual o semelhante ser parece ao coro celestial e soberano. Nesta, per todo mundo se conhece por tão ilustre o povo lucitano que jamais a seu Deus te reijurado a fé de vida e publicar negado. Loyalty second, that makes great and grand above all others hearts of noble strain, whereby a certain likeness mortals fend to choirs immortal in the heavenly rain. For this be known, or farthest sea and land, the passing merits of the lucitane, nare to his maker, nor sworn king for sworn, nor hold such public faith to public scorn. 4. Fortaleza vem logo que os autores, tanto do antigo luso, magnificam, que os vossos portugueses com maiores obras ser verdadeiras certificam, dando matéria a novos escritores com feitos que em memória eterna ficam, e vencendo do mundo os mais subidos, sem nunca de mais poucos ser vencidos. 5. Valor next cometh, which of your did greet an olden lusus, man who sang and wrote, and which your portingalls with greater feat certify veritic, without in doubt, affording novel theme to modern writ, with their high exploits of memoria's note, and vanquishing or the world the most renowned by fewer vanquished they shall nare be found. 5. Conquista sera a quarta, que no império portuguese só reside com possança, pois no sublime e no ínfimo hemisfério as quatro partes só do mundo alcança, e as quatro nações delas por mistério com que conquista e tem certa esperança, que cristãos, moros, turcos e gentios juntaram numa lei seus senorios. 6. Conquest shall prove the fourth, which in the power of only Portugal, full force, resideeth, since in the higher hemisphere and lower or earth's four quarters she alone abideth. The four great nations only serve to show her what high mysterious hope her conquests guideeth, that Christian, Mormon, Turk, and Gentile all, joineth in single law shall feel her throel. 6. Descobrimento a quinta, que bem certo, a gente elusitana só se deve, pois tendo norte a surja descoberto, a donde o dia é grande e a donde é breve, e por caminho desusado, incerto, de ponente a levante ainda se atreve, cercar o mundo em torno per direito, despois nem antes nunca feito. 7. Discovery comes the fifth, which of a truth, to non-save-loses children doth belong, who have explored it all from north to south, where sons be short-lived and where days belong. 8. Now, by uncertain ways, unused, uncowth, from ponent levanteward endearing strong, she went to circle earth by shortest tract, a feat which never was till now a fact. 7. Deixo de referir a piedade do peito português e cortesia, temperança, fé, zelo e caridade, com outras muitas que contar podia, pois a segundo ponto da verdade e regras da moral filosofia não pode conservar-se uma virtude sem que das outras todas se arme ajude. 8. Mas destas como base, fundamento, byquelas cinco insignias excelentes, full faith, zeal, charity, with other gifts as easy to attest, for it is a notable point of verity, moral philosophies, own ruin, haste, no single virtue ere hath manner arrayed, when all the others do not arm and aid. 8. Mas destas como base e fundamento, laquelas cinco insignias excelências, em que elas têm seu natural assento, e de quem tomam suas dependências, não quero aqui tratar que meu intento não é descer a todas minudências, que gerais são no mundo a muita gente, senão das quem voes se acham tão somente. 9. Mas estas, a primeira fundação e base de aquelas cinco transcendências, que foram em resta e crescidas por nature's grace, e quando elas borraram suas dependências, aqui negalei. 8. Mas não será de todo, limpo e puro, o curso desigual de vossa história, tal é a condição do estado escuro, da humana vida, frágil, transitória, que mortes, perdições, trabalho duros, aguarão grandemente vossa glória, mas não poderá algum sucesso ou fado derribar-vos deste alto em um ruso estado. 9. Nathless expect not to run clear and pure, the course uneven of your race's story, such the condition of our state obscure, of human life-tide, fragile, transitory, death and destruction, travail, sore, endure, shall mingle water in your wine of glory, yet natural force of fortune, nor of fate, the greater gifts, the bays your high estate. 10. Tempo virá que entrambos hemispherios, descobertos pervois e conquistados, e com batalhas, mortes cativeiros, os vários povos deles sujeitados, de Espanha os dois grandíssimos impérios serão um senhor e o só juntados, ficando por metrópole senhora, a cidade que cavos manda agora, shall dawn the day or either hemisphere, by you explored and conquered in fight, where battle, slaughter, prison-dome strike fear in all the people subject to your might. The twain of mightiest empires, which is spear in spain, beneath one sceptre shall unite, owning for capital, lady of the land, the goodly city hither sends your bend. 11. Ora pois gente ilustre que no mundo Deus no gremio católico conserva, redemidos da pena do profundo, que para os condenados se reserva, por que vos dotar o que perdeu o imundo lusbel com sua infame vio caterva, pois sabês alcançar a glória humana, fazei por não perder a soberana. 12. And now were earth established, race renown, whom God and Catholic bosom have conserved, redeemed from horrid pains of hell profound, for hosts of damned heaven re-reserved, dowered with the losses of lusbel imand, lusbel by vile and vulgar spirits served, since all earth's glories ye have learned to gain, where lest ye lose the glories of rain. 13. Daqui saindo irá, donde acabada, sua vida será na fatal ilha, mas prosseguindo a venturosa armada, a volta de tão grande maravilha, verão anão vitória celebrada e tomar portos junto de sevilha, depois de haver cercado o mar profundo, dando uma volta em claro a todo mundo. Hence shall he wend his way and end the light of life when lended on that fatal isle, nor lest his venturous fleet shall wing her flight, returning homeward from such miracle. The far-famed ship, Victoria, men shall sight, anchored in safest waters by sevil, when she had girdled ocean plain profound, and circled earth in one continuous round. 14. End of the Rejected Stonces. End of the Luciate by Luís Valles de Camões, translated by Sir Richard Francis Burton.