Prevod

(Sensible writers keep working, however much nonsense is spoken of their works.) In your presence, venerable River, (Thus a Fountain addressed the Tagus) I bitterly complain of a Poet, For he has said—and it is not true—that I laugh. A Brook added: Yes, Father mine; 5 The lies that man tells are outrageous. I go my way, finding fault with no one, And yet he has made out that I murmur. They say the Tagus then Answered them most serenely: 10 “Do I not have gold in my sands as well? What then? Do the Poets’ false accusations Frighten you?… Do not let them trouble you. They bring far worse against one another. Laugh and murmur to your hearts’ content.” 15