Julga-me a gente toda por perdido vendo-me, tão entregue a meu cuidado, andar sempre dos homens apartado e dos tratos humanos esquecido. Mas eu, que tenho o mundo conhecido e quase que sobre ele ando dobrado, tenho por baixo, rústico, enganado, quem não é com meu mal engrandecido. Vão revolvendo a terra, o mar e o vento, busque riquezas, honras a outra gente, vencendo ferro, fogo, frio e calma; que eu só, em humilde estado, me contento de trazer esculpido eternamente vosso fermoso gesto dentro n’alma.
Recluse
The whole world judges me as lost. My days seem wasted on unrequited love, cut off from other people, wary of their ordinary and often insensitive ways. I know this world too well. I know its rules. Twice I’ve traveled this world, and I believe that those who can’t comprehend why I grieve and suffer are shallow, self-deluded fools. O Earth, and Sea, and Wind! Others were meant to search for riches and fame, subduing fire, and steel, and heat, and cold. But I console myself, in my humble state, to live content, with the image of the lover I still desire chiseled forever into my heart and soul.
translated by: William Baer