Prevod

(Those who begin in an elevated style may find themselves obliged to stoop too low afterward.) Full of straw and barley, A hired Mule Came out of the inn And began to run so fast That the traveler could scarcely 5 Hold her back. I have no doubt that in a moment She would have covered half his day’s journey; But a little farther on The unreliable mount 10 Was already slowing her pace. “Can she be playing tricks?... Giddyap!... What, stopping?... Perhaps If I put in the spur... Nothing. I greatly fear we’re in for trouble. 15 This slender switch... Less use still... Then this goad... But what if she’s tired already?” She kicks... and snaps: She turns upon her rider... 20 Oh, what a buck, what a lunge! Though he grips her with his legs... Not even that will do... By heaven! Let Beelzebub try to hold her... At last she threw him to the ground... “Very fine! 25 So you were the one so keen to run?... May the glanders kill you, amen! Never again in all my days Will I trust a mule that starts With such a show of spirit.” 30 After this mishap, whenever I see That an author has begun With high-flown thunder, I say at once: “Take care! Hold on, man! Or you’ll find yourself 35 In the same disgraceful plight As the hired mule.”