Luís de Camões Quotes

Just like Love is yonder rose.

Proud over the rest, with splendid wealth arrayed,
As crown on, Europe's head
The Lusitania reign,
Where the land ends and seas begins.

For serving thee an arm to arms addressed;
for singing thee a soul the Muses raise.

My song shall spread where ever there are men,
If wit and art will so much guide my pen.

Nem no campo flores,
Nem no céu estrelas
Me parecem belas
Como os meus amores.

Ah, Dinamene,
Thou hast forsaken him
Whose love for thee has never ceased,
And no more will he behold thee on this earth!
How early didst thou deem life of little worth!
I found thee
— Alas, to lose thee all too soon!
How strong, how cruel the waves!
Thou canst not ever know My longing and my grief!
Did cold death still thy voice
Or didst thou of thyself Draw the sable veil before thy lovely face? O sea, O sky, O fate obscure! To live without thee, Dinamene, avails me not.

Sete anos de pastor Jacob servia
Labão, pai de Raquel, serrana bela;
Mas não servia o pai, servia a ela,
E a ela só por prémio pretendia.

Little by little it ebbs, this life,
if by any chance I am still alive;
my brief time passes before my eyes.
I mourn the past in whatever I say;
as each day passes, step by step
my youth deserts me—what persists is pain.

Os bons vi sempre passar
No mundo graves tormentos;
E para mais me espantar,
Os maus vi sempre nadar
Em mar de contentamentos.

He who inflicts a vile and unjust harm by using the power and the force with which he is invested, does not conquer; the true victory is to have on one's side Right naked and entire.

Pera servir-vos, braço às armas feito,
Pera cantar-vos, mente às Musas dada.

The moon, full orbed, forsakes her watery cave,
And lifts her lovely head above the wave...

My sins, my wild loves, and Fate herself
have all conspired against me.

Quem poderá do mal aparelhado
Livrar-se sem perigo sabiamente,
Se lá de cima a Guarda soberana
Não acudir à fraca força humana?

Já que nesta gostosa vaidade
Tanto enlevas a leve fantasia,
Já que à bruta crueza e feridade
Puseste nome esforço e valentia,
Já que prezas em tanta quantidade
O desprezo da vida, que devia
De ser sempre estimada...