---------------------------------------------------------------------------- This file was prepared by Keygen Ltd LLC for The Proud Reader™ project. https://theproudreader.com/ https://k3y93n.com/ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCHnUg4W9wkn2ISDoCxucd_A https://www.bitchute.com/theproudreader/ https://rumble.com/c/TheProudReader https://odysee.com/@TheProudReader:c https://www.minds.com/TheProudReader https://gab.com/TheProudReader https://parler.com/profile/TheProudReader https://www.patreon.com/TheProudReader https://www.subscribestar.com/theproudreader https://www.paypal.com/biz/fund?id=5GFSVWEHUPK66 This document is released under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International license (CC BY-SA 4.0) https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/ Keygen Ltd LLC provides no warranty as to the accuracy of the information or text included in this document. It is provided "as is" and is for entertainment purposes. However, the text below this paragraph is in the public domain, is not subject to the above license, and may be used freely on its own as you see fit—for commercial and non-commercial purposes. Only this document as a whole falls under the CC BY-SA 4.0. If you do use the below text, we would still appreciate a nod since we did the hard work and fixed OCR errors in many cases, but attribution is only required if you modify and redistribute this file. Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Florante's Lament Francisco Balagtas (Florante at Laura) 1869 translated by George St. Clair first published in Florante at Laura, 1869 republished in Florante and Laura by Manila : The Times Press, 1920 Vengeful Heaven, where is your wrath? now my land is overcome, prostrate, and in beloved Albania's infinite skies, lately the flag of evil flies. "Within and without my country of grief, betrayal reigns, is enshrined, esteemed; degraded everywhere, the heart's goodness is consigned to the lowly pauper's grave. "All manner of good and deed are cast into the sea of mockery and perturbation, each good man is treated without respect, without burial rite entombed. "But, oh, the cheat, the traitor, the black of heart, are enthroned in praise, and for each scoundrel incense is burned, and offered up in fragrant smoke. "Betrayal, dishonesty hold high their heads, and the righteous is timid, bowed, dismayed, reason itself is on its knees, fatigued, and to weep is all that's left for it. "And each mouth that opens to speak the truth and right is quickly stopped and cut by the arrogant blade of death. "O traitorous ambition for honor and riches! O hunger for airy and fleeting praise! You are the reason for all this sinfulness, this misfortune that has befallen me. "By the crown of King Linceaeus and the riches of my father, the duke, Count Adolfo was so bold to pour evil upon Albania's sovereign land. "All these, O merciful Heaven you witness, why suffer them persist? O Source of sense and righteousness, why permit them drown in ruthlessness? "Lift your right and righteous hand, swing the shining blade of your rage, upon all evil in Albania's kingdom pour the full vengeance of your justice. "Why, O Heaven, do you turn a deaf ear to my suit and honest plea? Why from this poor and luckless being avert your face and shut your ears? "And who could ever fathom, O Great God, your sacred mystery? The good will not happen on earth if it is not Your Will. "Alas, where now turn for handhold, bring my heart's lament, If Heaven refuses to listen to my plaintive cry, my faint complaint?"