CARAMURU: EPIC POEM Santa Rita Durão D urão CANTO 1 1 From one man in a thousand hectic cases, that the beaches of the West, Discovered the famous Recôncavo Of the powerful po werful Brazilian capital: From the so-called Thunder Son, That the breast tame knew the beast people; The value I will sing in the adverse luck, For I know only a hero who is strong in her. 2 Holy Splendor, that of the Father manas To the intact bosom of a beautiful Virgin; If the flood of Sovereign lights Everything you give away for Mother Maiden; Breaking the shadows of human illusions, You of the big case! the pure light reveals Make it begin in you, and in you complete This great Work, which at last was yours. 3 And you, Exalted Prince, of Heaven given For immortal base of Luso Throne; You, who of Aureo Brasil in the Principality Of the Real succession you are ar e high fertilizer: While the Empire has rested Upon the bosom of peace with sweet sleep, Do not deserve to deign you in my subway To lay eyes, and admit him to the scepter. 4 In him you will see unknown nations, That in the midst of the t he Sertões the Faith does not dress; And what could be converted Major Empire, which occurred in Greece, or Rome: Gentiles ye shall see, and hidden lands, Where if a ray of truth looms, Loving you will have in the huge crowd Another Kingdom greater than the extended Europe.
5 Devours Unhappy miserable people, And always reduced to less land, It will all come to extinguish itself unfortunately; Being in the field smaller minor war. Behold, Lord, with merciful reflection For so many Mortals that the brenha ends; And that, getting rid of this deep abyss, You will become Monarch of another world. 6 Prince of Brazil, future owner, To the Mother of the Fatherland, Fa therland, who administers the command, Ponde, O Lord, at the feet of the Throne Miseries of the Miserable People: For so much hope is the fair payment, Your title, and name, which invoking, He will call, as to another the Egyptian People, D. José Salvador of a new world. 7 Neither can ye fear, that the the holy Do not nurture Heroes in Luso People, That the ancient Portugal I present to you In Brazil reborn, as in new. You will see of the tamer of the Indian seat In the high wars of Brazil, And who follow them in the warlike ideas Scallops, Barretos, and Belts. 8 Give therefore, Lord, a powerful impulse, With which you can chime the meter From the brasilian people the undefeated pulse, That increases so much Empire to your scepter: And while the people of Brazil convulsed In a new lyre, in a new pleat; Make it very faithful to see yourself Your Throne in Propagating the Church. 9 From the new Lusitania the vast space I was going to populate Diogo, whom It calls Brazil, fearing the strong arm, Horrible Horrible Son of Thunder: When from the abyss to cut I give you the step This Fury came out, as I suppose, To whom from Hell the Student Paganism, Giving the Empire the waters, he made Neptune
10 The grain "Restless, with which the sea moves, He stung the Organs in the horrendous mountain, And in the dark cave, where Jove (Another spirit) spreads the tremendous light, Lightning strikes a thousand, raindrops raining; Beats if the wind in a heated quarrel: It burns the sky, zune the air, shakes the mountain, And erects the sea in front of you 11 The Son of Thunder, By past ruinous storms, See that from the sea at the crossing You sip the wood for the sticky one; Quite constant, death did not fear, Invokes in danger the heavenly God; Seeing that the horrible fury of the procela He breaks the ship, breaks the rudder, and pulls out the sail 12 Spear to ignite the instrument, All weight is relieved; the passenger, To swim in the tomb Element, The board hugs, found first: Who dashes into the sea fearing the wind; What is the reliability of a boat? who to a tree, Until on the rock, which encumbers it, The keel strikes, and the ship shatters. 13 Seven of the lost boat only They come to the cruel beach, fighting to swim; Offers them a feminine help Bárbara crowd, that encamped to the cry: And on seeing the feigned Benefactor on the beach, Rende his hands the deceived castaway: Sad that to see some, what end awaits How much thirst death had not drunk! 14 Already on earth was the wretched shipwreck, Surrounded by the American mob; They come with amazement; as they stand up, And to each other do not believe of the human species: Hair, color, beard and semblance They believed that insane People,
That some kind of animal would be Of these, which in their bosom the sea brought. 15 Some coming to the miserable, that the sand The sea throws extinct, note the figure; Now he tries to undress, and now he fears Do not be cunning, with that occult assault. Others of the Alligator taking the idea They fear that he will wake up with a violent insult; Or that sleep pretending to snatch them, And among the cruel fangs in the background I killed them. 16 But seeing Sancho, a shipwreck that expires, He turns his head on a sharp rock, That he would tremble to lift and that he had fallen, Who with a pitiful voice begs for help: And seeing the eyes, which he saw in white; Cadaveric the face, the mouth changes, By the experience of common luck They also recognize that it is death. 17 Run after you believe it to the horrible grass; And shredding the body into a thousand pieces, Every one is starving, Which one foot, which hand, what other arms: Others of the raw flesh were eating; Both in the infamous gluttony were debauched: Such there are, which roast them in the burning ditches, Some roasting are in the flame the bones. 18 What a horror of Humanity! see swallowed Of the species itself the already corrupt flesh! How much should Europe blessed The Faith of the Redeemer, what humble listen? It was not that infamy practiced Only these miserand brute people; Rome, and Carthage knows it at night Horrible sacrifice of Saturn.
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The seven in the meanwhile, that of the sea with life They came to touch the infamous sand, Remorse of the peer re-emerged The brutal look, horrid, and ugly: The red color itself, show dyed Of another different color, which affects them; Stones, and stamped nails, That on the face, and nose bring holes. of Saturn.
For dissipating in the cave the cold shadow, Take the iron rifle, which the fire burns; And seeing the rude people, who lit him, And suddenly shine a lamp; Noting the ready light, which in the oil burned, Do not just believe it full of amazement: They therefore believe that the fire of Heaven is born, Or that Diogo in the hands is born do it.
20 25 In the mouth in bloody human flesh The lower lip falls all fallen; Because it has all in a rutted rut, And the labruary of vis stones inlaid: The teeth (which is beauty that pleases you) One over another emerges recrudes: Neither can the beard be seen on his beard, Face to face, and nose, straighten hair.
It was the Rude Wild's custom To rub a wood in another in such a way, That came by electric virtue The light is lit, but with a late effect. But observing, without the wood helping him, In less than a moment the fire made; The same thought, which Greece believed, When he saw the burning of Prometheus
21 26 The Lume of Reason condemns the company, For if the infamous appetite the taste flatters, To extinguish human nature, Without further opposition, gluttony would suffice. That if the malice in you, or if the rudeness, The universal instinct of all voids, It is however among the most feared thing, That others eat for you, take the vine 22 Diogo said, and led to the grotto, The Principal of the barbarian caterva, That there followed by the brute people, The well-known place notes: I have guided all things, and he listened; But always the horror, which conceived, preserves; And looking at the guns without being thrown over, He comes with a stealthy hand, feels it, and runs away. 23 Came the night already then his black robe Posing in the lucid atmosphere, When you seek rest from your brokenness In the nest the birds, and in the place of the beast: And when Sleep with gentle charm To the meek mortals the moderate pain; But it does not moderate in Diogo the mordacious cure To appease the fury of hard people.
A light in the dingy cave, Sees What Diogo there on the ship had taken; Clothes, weapons, and, in part, more internal, The gunpowder in barrels, Everything is seen in the light of a flashlight, Without appealing to us anything greedy, Gold and silver, which envy does not entice him: Happy nation! who ignores greed. 27 But among the various objects it serves, Note It ecstatically Gutava the Painting, That in a precious painting, which hangs there, She represented the Mother of beauty: If it is a living thing, it does not understand; But he suspected the figure well, Worthy of the person, of whom the Image was, Of being the mother of Tupa, if he had
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This (asks the Barbarian) so beautiful, So beautiful face, perhaps it represents Some very beautiful Maiden, What wife or grain? "Do you try?" Or perhaps it was born of her, This one, who sits on the Heavens in the Sun? Who can generation know so loudly? But if there is a Mother who begets it, this is without fail.
When Gupeva meso, and different, Than out in gross brutality, Call to hear it the crowd frenzied, Who was around the deep grotto: Put in the middle of the confused People, Let all of him hang, and listen attentively: Valentes Paiaiás (says of this sort) That you inherit the brio of strong prosapia.
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Enchanted is the Lusitano peep To listen in a rude mouth to such truth; And worshiping the sovereign Mystery, Mother having can not (said) the Divinity. But being eternal God, he became human, And without injury to her own virginity, The Maiden begot him, who steps on the Moon, Worthy Mother of Tupa, my mother, and yours.
If yesterday from the vile Sergipe surprised, We saw the great O postmaster We were surrounded, yes, but not defeated; It was not victory, it was betrayal of a weak. He knew well by repeated blows, With so much effort in the battle I attack; And as without betrayal would do nothing, Not having guns, they come with armed hands
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Let us ask, then, who is Mother, to defend us; Give it to me to hear docile ear; And with you your People recommends, Saying the Hero like that, devotee kneels. He guessed the same with stupendous faith; And pending from Diogo, who advises him, He raises his hands as he rises; And seeing Or tears, too, she cried
Shadow of the grain -Tatu, from whom I boil In these veins the blood; who I bring The unbeaten generation, who at war Of terror to all, of terror, of destruction: For the glory to thy name shall be preserved, And because the cante of Bahia the lake, You send from there where the world ends For our relief this Imboaba.
31 36 But believing rude, how then did he live, May the Holy Image be a living thing; That by Mother of Tupá everything knew, Having power according to the glory so much; Repeat what happened to Diogo with a sinking voice, And to the Mother of God the heart raises: And putting the head between them, It is the night, and the sleeplessness that falls asleep. 32 Already in the purplish, and trembling Horizon, Roses seem to be spreading Aurora; And the sun that rises on the opposite mountain, The beautiful light sheds creative: The little birds are heard by the fountain, Hailing the morning with a loud voice; And the mortals already sleep untied They were again in his care.
It is fame then that the beautiful crowd Of the Ladies, whom Diogo believed, Seeing forward the ship is in the waterway, And that the hope of reaching it lost: Among the waves with furious eagerness Swimming the Bridegroom by the sea followed, And not so much water that floats The ardor that the chest has, bathing goes off.
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Copious crowd of the French ship He runs to see the spectacle haunted; And ignoring the occasion of the strange company, Breath of the feminine mob, who swims: One, which precedes in kindness, It was not less beautiful than angry: It was Moema, who moans with envy, And already close to the ship, it clings to the rudder.
Mais arma não levou, que uma espingarda; E posto ao lado de Gupeva amigo, Pronto a todo o acidente, e posto em guarda, Traz na cautela o escudo ao seu perigo. Em tanto a destra gente a caça aguarda, E algum se afouta a penetrar no abrigo, Onde esconde a Pantera os seus cachorros, Outro a segue por brenhas, e por morros.
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Barbarian (the beautiful one says) Tiger, not man ... But the Tiger, as cruel as he is, Love forces forces, who finally master it; Only you have not tamed, no matter how much I love you: Furies, rays, coriscos, which the air consume, How can you not consume the infamous? But pay so much love with boredom, and disgust ... Ah, the corisco is you ... ray ... cliff.
Until Gupeva commanded, In a circle the united line is formed, Wherever there is hunting already astonished, Stand in the middle of a girdled cord: Aft there from the frightened roar, In a center is of reduced space: At hand it is reaped: beautiful thing! What do you like to see, what do you eat? -over there.
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Well could you, cruel, have been elusive, When faith surrendered to your deceit; You will not even offend me to listen. "Hail, Which is favor, given in time, a disappointment: But leaving the heart captive With to do - I always pray to my prayers human, Fled me, traitor, and of this sort Do you pay my fine love so raw death?
It was not so in fugitive birds, That some frechava in the air, and others in ties With art the Hunter took alive: One however in the liquid spaces It makes with the pen the parties little active, Leaving to the smooth feather the blows ties. Take Diogo's point of view, and the point waits: Gives give him a shot, and shoot down the shotgun. 44
40 So hard ingratitude had felt less, And this sweet cruel fate had been to me, If in spite of myself I shall not turn That unworthy, this infamous, this traitor: She had followed you as a servant, If I had not been afraid to call Lady The vile Paraguaçu, who, without believing it, About being inferior to me, it is foolish, and ugly.
Being the mob away from caring it, The barbarian remains with the trembling blow, And falls to the earth in the tremendous shaking Of the flame, of failure, and of the boom: Which of the horrid thunder with thunderbolt, and pop Someone next to the one who falls, is stunned: Tal Gupeva stayed behind, believing In Diogo's harquebus a thunderstorm. 45 All on prostrate ground exclaim, and shout The rude mob in miserable fainting, And do the horror, what a stupid repeat Tupá, Caramuru, fearing lightning. They intend to have for God, when they allow it, What you are seeing in fearful rehearsal, Among horrible thunders of the game, Vomit flames, and burn with fire.
46 51 Since that day it is fame, that by name Of the grain -Caramuru was celebrated The fort Diogo; and who listened to dome This nickname the Scared Barbarian: It indicated Brazil in the surname, That was a dragon of the seas vomited: Neither art between us old age There is Jove, Apollo, and Mars by Deity.
Now, I understand the great truth, That one God became man without blemish; And being three Persons in Unity, From the Son to the Father there could be respect: The Second Person of the Trinity, New man, like us, made of earth, The peace of mankind with God founds seeking; Redeemer pio of the mortal creature.
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Were today the rude American, The valiant Roman, the sage Argivo; Nor was Salmoneu more foolish the deception, What another king had done in haughty Crete. We who mock this insane People, If we dig well in the native site, From the ancient Heroes within to the images, We will not find any more, that other Salvages
This I believe, this I adore, I confess; And this holy message venerating, By my God, and Lord, I know him, To whom of the Earth, and Heaven belongs the command: From this holy Baptism I beg you today, Where on the Heavenly door entering, Let the spirit ascend to the glory he desires, And with these my eyes still see it.
48 53 It is easy propensity in brutal people, When in fertile life he admires an art, To call a fabro the God of the mighty forge; Give the warrior the fame of a Mars God. Or perhaps by sulfur burning fire, So much has Jove heard everywhere: Hercules, and Theseus, Jason in the Point They would be things like the ones I tell you.
Said the old man; and accompanying With devotion I sigh the voice that expresses, Well it shows that the chest is playing The hidden anointing of the sublime Spirit: The hands to Heaven rises with tears; And so much burning on the face is printed, To accompany it seems the humble request A flood of water, and another of fire.
49 54 How much more deserves, than in learned Lira If you sing for Hero, who cried, and just, Where the blind nation so deliriously, Reduces an unjust People to humanity? If by Hero in the World one is only astonished, Who tyrants earned a name Augustus; How much greater will be that the vile tyrant, Who in the beasts infuses a human breast?
Then the good minister: It's fair, friend, Who cried (told him) your sin; For not loving God; to be his enemy, If you blasphemed him; of not having honored him; Of not serving your parents; of an old hatred; And if you were not honest, or you have stolen; Whether in woman, property, or fame in an ugly case You did hurt, or you lusted after the others.
50 55 Such thought then did not return. The grain -Caramuru, seeing prostrate The rude crowd, that God creates, And what do you expect of this art to find tamed: Unlucky Politics of Idolatry, Where the old blindness was caused; But Diogo, who abhors the ugly insult, When terror increases, refuse worship
This is the Holy Law, which in us is printed No offense, no excuse; Where you have failed to confess, How much should one who sinning abuses: Would you like satisfaction with the promise Of better life, in what the Law accuses you: For whoever has sinned, let him not do so, He receives the Sacrament, but not grace.
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I, said the American, first of all I loved from the heart who I was: Your name I ignore, but it honors I study it; And in faith I have always adored it sincerely: On certain days collected, and mute He tended to venerate those who rule, Killing did not want, nor did any eat, For they would not do it to me.
It gathers the battles Van-Scop, And to the front with value of the line put, Try to dislodge from occupied high The undefeated Shrimp, who makes him face: But with rain of bullets fired, He loses three times the earned wage; And already wounded with a thousand dead yield, In vile flight, which night grants him.
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Woman had but one persuaded That with one if it can; impure action I was always horrified; having understood, That only in the Matrimony was certain: Any other pleasure was forbidden, Because if so much abuse is plotted; Who, following this instinct of the Devil, If you could remember the Marriage?
Ninety of his loses the Lusitano; And while the Belgian withdraws uncertainly, Let the whole mountain be discovered, and flat Of flags, cannons, and weapons covered: Many there of the tyrant Batavo, Lost in the night in the open, Lets day, inexperienced in scripts, In the hands of our troop prisoners.
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I have never stolen, fearing to be robbed: For keeping my fame, I honored the stranger: I do not remember being slandered, Neither said evil, that it is ugly; And whoever else had murmured, Let them do it otherwise, believe it or not; I was not envious of what anyone could, To see that who has it, its evil punishes.
It horrifies The Netherlands, Europe, Exalts Portugal, sings to Bahia, Seeing if only so little troops From the terrible power, which invaded it: Nothing of human thought lies, That in every case the hand of God was clear, For he always chooses for his portents The weakest, and humble instruments.
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Anyway, I ran my years since childhood Without offending (as far as I know) this just Law, Without having the good loathing thing, All by the hand of God august. In my evils only tolerance Mos would pass the least expense: This my anxiety was, this my zeal, To know who God was; treat it, and see it.
She had exhausted her ambition, but not tired. The greedy Holland in such a conquest; And for a new, Choose the Captains, and the People ready: But from the British to the provoked weapons, On top of interest, Suspends the influx in the famous company, Leaving the war in Pernambuco.
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Saying the Old man thus, so much light, As if a fire had been set on him: He reclines on the humble forehead, and the voice suspends; And falling into delusion in this affliction, The Minister, who succeeds, And seeking water, let him baptize soon; Only Felis says, I baptize you, He left happy on a flight to Paradise.
Brinc at this time, Colonel brave, Impetra of Van-Scop troop shined, With petrechos, and powerful numbers, That in cruel battle everything decides: Five thousand men of chosen People, Of cannons, and petrified garments, Put in the haunted field of Power, Equalizing value with due diligence.
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With two thousand six hundred veterans Barreto confronts him, and the Belgian invades, The Lusitanos run from everywhere To sustain freedom: It lodges the Luso on the same planes, Where the past death had been; The Belgian on the mountain stands out, One that damages renewed, another that avenges.
Soon the Caramuru in the language, and style O From the natives talking to the new Chief, I put everything in silence to listen It, The shield of Bahia shows the people. The dove of Noah, which at noon asylum With olive branch comes again, Making people understand the peace, that to the raw People With the Faith he dispensed the Clement King.
67 But Brinc is always attentive from the top With warlike expertise occupies the hill, Where following the military custom, He gives form to the rear, and orders the forehead: Not so bold the Portuguese presume, That in advantageous position the Belgian confronts, Waiting for the occasion, Of being able to attack with more fortune. 68 Barreto recognizes the site, and forms; And seeing the ardor of Lusitana Gente, That, skilled in the step, of the ascent the informs, Makes the brave Vieira fiery attack: And covering the invasion with wise rule, With the fire protects the huge assault, Until by a thousand dubious cases, See on the hill the spirited champions 69 New battle there with live fire He moves boldly the Belgian, and firmly insists; And as much as the Vieira invades active, Where one body hesitates, another resists: Such there is still half-life combat; Such a corpse already in sad death, The earth bites, and in angry rage, Blaspheming from Heaven, fire life 70 Everywhere flies the grain - Low, And one anima, another helps, others exhorts; And arousing in the Luso the Patriotic affection, Incites the strong, the invalid comforts: Brainc was fierce, Brinc in blood, Between Batava, oppressed mob, and dead, It horrifies a powerful battalion, And others repress with fiery fertility.
72 This is the title (said) true, What does Brazil occupy in this Anarchy? The very High Lord D. João Terceiro, In order that the wicked mob may be in peace: Because to the supreme Being, and Being first Recognize the wilderness, serve Bahia; And because propagated the Faith is seen In the new Empire, which conquers the Church. 73 Said Diogo, and the Quinas fluttering, Real, Real with voice clamors expressive, By D. João Monarca, venerating, Prince of Brazil, what a wonderful life. The mob responds to the living, replicating, With such a loud cry, that the ear deprives, And to the rumor of the guns, and the horns Correspond to the warlike Trombetas. 74 Then sitting on the huge Sólio, That the beautiful Lady had already vacated, As Governor of Lusa People Thomas de Sousa wooed her; It takes legitimate possession, and patent From Bahia, and Sertão, and without quarrel, From the inhabitant, which the fields vacate, In the name of their kings the earth occupies.
75 Then to the People, and illustrious Magistrate By laws of the new empire manifest, Let it be the venerated Holy Name, That cease in the Sertões the War infests; May the homicide be punished, In the atrocious Anthropophagus, which the Law detests, That the Evangelical Embassy that sends, Hear with peace; to be honored or announced 76 Let the Indian be employed there, And let it be in the shadow of the Laws of peace; May he live in preserved liberty, Without being oppressed by the Settlers it is: That at the king's expense be polite The Neophyte, who embraces the Holy Church; And that in the holy company to the Missionary Subministre subsidy the Royal Treasury. 77 Finally published Monarch Straight, In favor of Diogo, and Catherine, A Real Honorific Decree, That to its deserving honors destina: And in return for loyal affection, With what crowns the Lady confines him, It has honor in the Lusitanian Colony, Diogo Álvares Correa de Viana.
LET S GO ZARA! ’
KAYA NATIN TO :) LALABAN TAYO LAGI HINDI TAYO SUSUKO! fIGHTING! AJA! - JOM
