To the catafalque in honor of Queen Margarita Luis de Gongora
a colonnade, but still you want to fly
on chicken wings. Would you ascend the sky,
a four-legged ass, so ready to recline?
What Dedalus encouraged you to shine,
to decorate yourself and beautify?
The waves unleashed by Betis would defy
your foolish acts and would disgrace your spine.
Stop polishing the sun, you try in vain,
a dumb funeral ostrich, wings of waste,
don’t feed the press of Europe - doomed campaign.
Wait for the town where they have the taste,
where, if the old chef Mourning won’t complain,
chef Shame will cook you for his soup in haste.
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Al tъmulo de Йcija, en las honras de la Seсora Reina doсa Margarita
Icaro de bayeta, si de pino
Cнclope no, tamaсo como el rollo,
їvolar quieres con alas a lo pollo,
estando en cuatro pies a lo pollino?
їQuй Dйdalo te induce peregrino
a coronar de nubes el meollo,
si las ondas, que el Betis de su escollo
desata, ha de infamar tu desatino?
No des mбs cera al sol, que es boberнa,
funeral avestruz, mбquina alada,
ni alimentes gacetas en Europa.
Aguarda a la ciudad, que a mediodнa,
si masse Duelo no en capirotada,
la servirб masse Bochorno en sopa.
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