Monday, March 28, 2011
Let Roland Blow that Horn
Kar vasselage par sens nen est folie,
Mielz valt mesure que ne fait estultie.
Let Roland blow that miserable horn
till he’s exhausted his final breath,
blow till his temple explodes
and blood drips from his nose;
let him blow that miserable horn.
Roland’s already among the silent slain
and the bones of his valiant friends
lie scattered across the plane.
Let us lament the futility of his life
without damning ourselves to his death.
(For courage mixed with prudence is not foolish,
And moderation betters recklessness.)
La Chanson de Roland
Stanza CXXXI, line 1724
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