Sor Juana- traducción final

Seeking to Refute the Praises of a Portrait of the Poetess That Inscribed in Her the Truth, That Called Upon Passion

 

This, what you see, is a colorful deception,

that of art flaunting its craft,

with false syllogisms of colors

is a stealthy deceit of senses;

 

this, through which flattery has intended

to excuse the horrors of the years,

and defeating the severities of time,

to triumph over age and oblivion,

 

is a vain artifice of care,

is a flower delicate to the wind,

is a useless shelter from fate;

 

is a foolish, misguided diligence

is an antiquated desire and, under observation,

is cadaver, is dust, is shadow, is nothing.

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