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Luís Vaz de Camões

Few and wearisome years I lived . . .

Few and wearisome years I lived
in the world, enduring vile hardship;
the light of day went dark on me
before I saw my twenty-sixth year.

I traveled distant lands and seas,
trying to find a cure for life,
but perilous ventures can’t attain
what Fortune, finally, doesn’t will.

Portugal brought me up in dear
green Alenquer, my home, but rotten
air in my earthen vessel changed me

into food for your fish, O vicious
sea that rages by Abyssinia,
so bleak and far from my happy homeland!

Few and wearisome years I lived . . .

No mundo poucos anos, e cansados,
vivi, cheios de vil miséria dura;
foi-me tão cedo a luz do dia escura,
que não vi cinco lustros acabados.

Corri terras e mares apartados,
buscando à vida algum remédio ou cura;
mas aquilo que, enfim, não quer ventura,
não o alcançam trabalhos arriscados.

Criou-me Portugal na verde e cara
pátria minha Alenquer; mas ar corruto
que neste meu terreno vaso tinha,

me fez manjar de peixes em ti, bruto
mar, que bates na Abássia fera e avara,
tão longe da ditosa pátria minha!
Luís Vaz de Camões

Luís Vaz de Camões

(Portugal, 1524 - 1580)

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Few and wearisome years I lived . . .

No mundo poucos anos, e cansados,
vivi, cheios de vil miséria dura;
foi-me tão cedo a luz do dia escura,
que não vi cinco lustros acabados.

Corri terras e mares apartados,
buscando à vida algum remédio ou cura;
mas aquilo que, enfim, não quer ventura,
não o alcançam trabalhos arriscados.

Criou-me Portugal na verde e cara
pátria minha Alenquer; mas ar corruto
que neste meu terreno vaso tinha,

me fez manjar de peixes em ti, bruto
mar, que bates na Abássia fera e avara,
tão longe da ditosa pátria minha!

Few and wearisome years I lived . . .

Few and wearisome years I lived
in the world, enduring vile hardship;
the light of day went dark on me
before I saw my twenty-sixth year.

I traveled distant lands and seas,
trying to find a cure for life,
but perilous ventures can’t attain
what Fortune, finally, doesn’t will.

Portugal brought me up in dear
green Alenquer, my home, but rotten
air in my earthen vessel changed me

into food for your fish, O vicious
sea that rages by Abyssinia,
so bleak and far from my happy homeland!
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