Geoffrey Chaucer
London, England
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Truth

Rating: 3.2
Fle fro the pres, and dwelle with sothefastnesse,
Suffise thin owen thing, thei it be smal;
For hord hath hate, and clymbyng tykelnesse,
Prees hath envye, and wele blent overal.
Savour no more thanne the byhove schal;
Reule weel thiself, that other folk canst reede;
And trouthe schal delyvere, it is no drede.

Tempest the nought al croked to redresse,
In trust of hire that tourneth as a bal.
Myche wele stant in litel besynesse;
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M Asim Nehal 09 December 2015
Draw unto hym, and pray in general For the, and eke for other, hevenelyche mede; And trouthe schal delyvere, it is no drede. Nice one
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A Gra 18 March 2014
In English, please? (I'm really flippin' confused right now...)
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Alexander Opicho 18 March 2014
sweet and power, may you rest in chaucer
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Thomas Vaughan Jones 18 March 2014
For once, words fail me. He was the greatest writer of his time. Probably because nobody else could write. .
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Karen Sinclair 18 March 2014
I love this. The oldest poem I have ever read. I used to read Shakespeare to my little lad from when he was 5ish. It helped me open my mind and get the gist and flow of this piece. It reads like an honest sermon of warning to the temptations of life... The more I read the more it becomes fluid in my mind.
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Savita Tyagi 19 March 2012
Thank you for the translation. Now I think I can enjoy the original too.
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Ed Eleazer 22 April 2010
Here is my own translation. A bit better than the other, but still exhibiting some scansion problems. Flee from the press, and dwell in truthfulness, Let your fortunes suffice, though they be small; For hoarding breeds hate, and status ambiguousness. The mob’s filled with envy and blinded by wealth overall. Desire only things which meet needs most crucial. Control yourself well, if you’d be others’ gauge; And the Truth shall you deliver, of that be not afraid. Haste not to redress all crookedness Placing trust in her who turns like a ball. Great good comes from spurning busy-ness; Beware then, not to kick against an awl; Don’t strive like a crock against a wall. To subdue others' deeds, you must yourself first tame, And the Truth shall you deliver, of that be not afraid. That which you’re sent, receive in humbleness; Wrestling after this World is just begging for a fall. This is no Home. It’s naught but Wilderness. Forth, Pilgrim, forth! Forth, beast, out of your stall! Know your true country! Look up! Thank God for all! Let your spirit lead, and hold to the High Way, And the Truth shall you deliver, of that be not afraid. [PS.] Therefore you, Vache, leave your old wretchedness; And cease now to the World to be enthralled. Beg from Him mercy, who in his great goodness Made you from nothing, and this above all — Draw unto him, and pray in general For yourself, and for others, heavenly grace; And the Truth shall you deliver, of that be not afraid.
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Neil Young 18 March 2010
I appreciate the google translation, although it misses the orginal rhyme royale scheme. A great poem. As appropriate today as it was then.
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Joseph Poewhit 18 March 2010
Old English - [ good grief Charlie Brown ]
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Wow this brings back memories. Thanks Kevin, lost without translation. Some ideals and problems are universal and timeless. Yesterdays drink drink was more fun: -)
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