Sonnet XXXV

Lope de Vega
1562 – 1635


Troy is burning, black smoke rises up
to the opposing sky, and all the while,
with joy, Juno observes the fire and tears:
a woman’s vengeance, what harsh penalty!

The masses, even in their shrines exposed,
all flee, enveloped by a yellow fright;
congealed blood down the murky Xanthus runs,
and to earth fall high walls of masonry.

The fire from without fuels flames within,
lofty devices falling to the ground,
which now are seen in ruins, shattered, disarmed.

And the harsh cause of so much injury,
while conquered Paris dies engulfed in flames,
of the Greek victor sleeps within the arms.

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