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Seeing how many writers appeared With unmeasured speech, flowing too freely, Spending a lot of time at work To no avail, in fussy idle talk, But those who write disorderly and uncontrollably So much nonsense that perhaps as much Sand in the seas and lice in the land of Egypt, - The only opinion, the sweetest I stated: discarding these words, Cling only to what is inspired by God, Like sailors in a storm, they look for harbors. Since the Scriptures were given to many people The reason for attacks is where wisdom is, the Holy Spirit: This is what pushes us to vain thoughts All those who are driven by evil motives. When you write, can your words be Make it undeniable with a second thought? And if there is no such possibility at all, In this mortal world, split into pieces, Where everyone, having stepped away from the truth, Strives to justify himself with words, I have chosen a different path for my writings (Good or bad, I like him): Tell your works in measured speech. Not for what many will think, To be clothed with glory - that which Empty is called at the same time (but, however, I know: that’s why enemies write, To please people: after all, mortals People often measure their neighbors by their own measure), And I don’t prefer poetry to divine To my labors - may the Verb of the Lord protect me! But you wonder: what happened to me? First, I desired, working for others, To curb your disproportion in this way, In order not to write too much, that’s it Struggling with size. Secondly, for young men And everyone who draws joy from literature, Writing poetry is like a pleasant medicine, Thus guiding people towards the better, The law brings bitterness to sweetness: And the bowstring needs to be loosened occasionally. If poetry has no other use, singing And let the lyre serve as a replacement. please I want, since you rejoice in my poems: This will not lead you astray from the good path. And thirdly, I - perhaps this is petty, But it's true - I can't to the pagans Give the palm in literature. (I'm talking about verbal grace, Although with us beauty is only in speculation.) So, this fun is for you, wise ones, Let them only show us the lion's mercy. Fourthly, I, severely tormented by illness, I found, like an old swan, consolation: Whistle with yourself with the beating of your wings Not a cry for me, but like a farewell song. So now, O wise ones, taste Our thought. When you give in to these words, That will be good. And if you just play, Then back down: there is nothing excessive here, Neither too long nor unnecessary. If you wish, you will see everything in the verses themselves: You will find what is mine in them, and what is foreign, Praise for the good and blame for the bad, Examples of Memorable Opinions and Teachings Thanks to the exquisite interlacing of letters. Do you think it's not enough? Do something more. Are you criticizing the meter? Of course, there is no measure in you, Writer of nasty poetic degenerates. A blind man can hardly recognize a sighted one, One who stands cannot overtake one who is running. What you blame is what you buy, What you strive for is that you scold furiously: After all, you sprinkle poetry yourself without restraint, By scolding, you make trust strong. I love the one who suffers a wreck on the shore. This is what you, wise ones, strive for. Isn't this hypocritical duplicity? Whoever is a lion now was once a monkey: The desire for glory is easily exposed. There are many verses in the Holy Scriptures, How the wise of the Jews speak to us. If you don’t find the sounds of the strings measured, Since ancient times, harmonious speeches were sung, Directing for good through the pleasant, And forming morals with sweet singing, - Then let Saul convince you otherwise: He was freed from the spirit by music. What's the harm if we deserve pleasure? Are we leading these young men into communion with God? It will suddenly be difficult to change them: May there be a noble mixture in them Now, until the good takes hold, Then you can eliminate the pleasant, Support them - the good will remain. So what could be more useful than this? Or don't you add sweets to your food? O you, who furrows your brows sternly? Why do you blaspheme my measured speech? Measuring the poems of others with your own measure? The Medes' borders are not close to those of the Phrygians. The flight of an eagle and a jackdaw is different. You might be interested in: