O NAVIS

by: Lope de Vega (1562-1635)

      OOR bark of Life, upon the billows hoarse
      Assailed by storms of envy and deceit,
      Across what cruel seas in passage fleet
      My and sword alone direct thy course!
      My pen is dull; my sword of little force;
      Thy side lies open to the wild waves' beat
      As out from Favor's harbors we retreat,
      Pursued by hopes deceived and vain remorse.
       
      Let heaven by star to guide thee! here below
      How vain the joys that foolish hearts desire!
      Here friendship dies and enmity keeps true;
      Here happy days have left thee long ago!
      But seek not port, brave thou the tempest's ire;
      Until the end thy fated course pursue!

This English translation by Roderick Gill of 'O Navis' is reprinted from Hispanic Anthology: Poems Translated from the Spanish by English and North American Poets. Ed. Thomas Walsh. New York: G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1920.

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