Cameron, Norman – A szánalmas bolond
Ellenségem vendégségbe hívott.
az asztalán borok, s torták voltak,
kiöltözött és ülésrend dívott,
nettsége hívta sajnálatomat.
Tudtam, hogy csapda, ámde tettettem,
így hagytam megenni a tortáját,
és amikor letette poharát,
színleltem, hogy játékát bevettem,
És amikor remegve szorongott,
mert szemszögem szerinte túl abszurd,
és akkor is, amikor belém szúrt,
csak szántam a gyermeteg bolondot.
Cameron, Norman – The Compassionate Fool
My enemy had bidden me as guest.
His table all set out with wine and cake,
His ordered chairs, he to beguile me dressed
So neatly, moved my pity for his sake.
I knew it was an ambush, but could not
Leave him to eat his cake up by himself
And put his unused glasses on the shelf.
I made pretence of falling in his plot,
And trembled when in his anxiety
He bared it too absurdly to my view.
And even as he stabbed me through and through
I pitied him for his small strategy.