More Translations from the Latin Fragments of Hugo Falcandus

In the Arab gardens of Sicily water guides you to paradise and order to hypocrisy.

Only in this sun can you weigh the shadow of a pomegranate to the ripeness within.

The Christian mosaics are the skies inside Palermo. Once there was a miracle. An evil monk was struck in the head and killed by a small piece of heaven.

Why are there so many miserable old men holding on to poetic reputations?

As for my own poems, they will return to the earth…

A King risks assassination if he doesn’t, in some instances, allow himself to appear easily persuaded.

Deeds should be the leaves of a beautiful world and words the fruits of a life worth living.

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