The knight of immortal youth <br />at the age of fifty found his mind in his heart <br />and on July morning went out to capture <br />the right, the beautiful, the just. <br /> <br />Facing him a world of silly and arrogant giants, <br />he on his sad but brave Rocinante. <br />I know what it means to be longing for something, <br />but if your heart weighs only a pound and sixteen ounces, <br />there's no sense, my Don, in fighting these senseless windmills. <br /> <br />But you are right, of course, Dulcinea is your woman, <br />the most beautiful in the world; <br />I'm sure you'll shout this fact <br />at the face of street-traders; <br />but they'll pull you down from your horse <br />and beat you up. <br />But you, the unbeatable knight of our curse, <br />will continue to glow behind the heavy iron visor <br />and Dulcinea will become even more beautiful. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by Taner Baybars<br /><br />Nazim Hikmet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-quixote/
