O glory of commanding! O vain thirst
Of that same empty nothing we call fame!
Desta vaidade, a quem chamamos Fama!
Original text (Portuguese)
Original text (Portuguese)
The moon, full orbed, forsakes her watery cave,
And lifts her lovely head above the wave...
O foul disgrace, of knighthood lasting stain,
By men of arms a helpless lady slain!
Cease all, whose actions ancient bards expressed:
A brighter valour rises in the West.
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