Richard Wilbur
Parábola
Leí cómo don Quijote en su cabalgata a la ventura
Llegó a un cruce y para no perder
La pureza de lo fortito, no se decidió
Por un rumbo sino que quiso que su caballo eligiera.
Porque la gloria yacía en todos los caminos,
Su cabeza estaba fresca de orgullo, los zapatos
De su caballo estaban pesados y se encaminó
hacia el establo.
Parable
I read how Quixote in his random ride
Came to a crossing once, and lest he lose
The purity of chance, would not decide
Whither to fare, but wished his horse to choose.
For glory lay wherever he might turn.
His head was light with pride, his horse's shoes
Were heavy, and he headed for the barn.
Richard Wilbur Collected Poems [1943-2004]