| O light and honor of all other poets, may my |
| long study and the intense love that made me |
| search your volume serve me now. |
| You are my master and my author, you |
| the only one from whom my writing drew the |
| noble style for which I have been honored. |
| You see the beast that made me turn aside; |
| help me, o famous sage, to stand against her, for |
| she has made my blood and pulses shudder. |
| It is another path that you must take, |
| he answered when he saw my tearfulness, |
| if you would leave this savage wilderness; |
| the beast that is the cause of your outcry |
| allows no man to pass along her track, but |
| blocks him even to the point of death-- |
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