Don Quixote
The knight of immortal youthat the age of fifty found his mind in his heartand on July morning went out to capturethe right, the beautiful, the just.
Facing him a world of silly and arrogant giants,he on his sad but brave Rocinante.
I know what it means to be longing for something,but if your heart weighs only a pound and sixteen ounces,there's no sense, my Don, in fighting these senseless windmills.
But you are right, of course,
Dulcinea is your woman,the most beautiful in the world;
I'm sure you'll shout this factat the face of street-traders;but they'll pull you down from your horseand beat you up.
But you, the unbeatable knight of our curse,will continue to glow behind the heavy iron visorand Dulcinea will become even more beautiful.
Translated by Taner Baybars
Nazim Hikmet
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