Don Quixote’s teachings Someone tried to enrich my mind With subtle, wise request Of splendidness to whom was writing, He himself. I do not only guess, I am sure, You did know we were going to find you true , And for this and much more, from our part you will see yourself Recompensated. The books somebody finds, The ones he seeks for, The ones we hide after, the ones we have always within easy reach, These ones serve so that, For the ones who stories want to read, If we make them into words by our own sayings In their knowledge, Delight much our oratory And our way we turn the book into a story Because it almost has to be done fine by force. Chaos in a work like this Is not what someone should not expect, Since masters do let us know It is something real and genially clear, As if something extraordinary be given us to understand. Good argument in the book That of the wine sacks stabbed And we know this deed move To drinkers think What a fool Don Quixote was. And among the ones who drink do not know To understand or not wanting to The misdeed by which he had left the sacks. It is not Alonso addressing female servants, Not feigning he knows some more Than what he says coming from his lips seems But with a delicious embellishment Which surpasses spells we are used to. Do not consent, do not endure, do not accept Affectation, you understand: petulant voice And unmeasured arrogance That comes from trifling, low-minded people, With no personality. With your rotten soul you go, Covered with a despitefulness aura, That to your person and name We have gifted with. We peasants know You are not beside us, What a lowness sign is To know himself of good people A distant enemy, despised. You say well when you say That arrogance always pays, That never was someone good neighbour Who had dark and ugly place in his mind. Better not to fight on conqueror’s side And leave all the struggles to be put into your life, Unless your true people and what is theirs Run the risk of being taken by another.