Foolish men
Foolish men you accuse
To the woman without reason,
Without seeing that you are the occasion
Of the same thing you blame.
Yes with unparalleled yearning
Ask for their disdain,
Why do you want them to work well
If you incite them to evil?
You fight your resistance
And then with gravity
You say it was light
What the diligence did.
Opinion wants boldness
Of your crazy opinion
The child who puts the coconut
And then he is afraid of it.
You want with foolish presumption
Find the one you are looking for,
For example,
And in possession, Lucrecia.
What mood may be weirder
That the one who, lacking advice,
He fogs the mirror himself
And feel that it is not clear?
With favor and disdain
You have the same condition,
Complaining, if they treat you badly,
Mocking, if they love you.
Opinion no win,
Because the one that is most restrained,
If it does not admit you, it is ungrateful,
And if you admit it, it is light.
You are always so foolish
That with unequal level
To blame for cruel
And another for easy culpability.
How can it be tempered?
The one your love intends,
If the ungrateful offends
And what is easy anger?
More between anger and sorrow
Which your taste refers to,
Good is the one who does not want you
And complains congratulations.
Give your lovers sorrows
To your freedoms
And after making them bad
You want to find them very good.
What greater guilt has you had
In a wrong passion:
The one that falls in love
Or who prays for fallen?
Or what is more to blame,
Although any evil does:
The one who sins for the pay
Or who pays for sin?
Why do you frighten them?
Of the guilt you have?
Whatever you do
Or do what you are looking for.
Stop asking
And then with more reason
Accuse the hobby
Of which I will go and pray.
Well with many weapons background
That deals with your arrogance,
Because in promise and instance
You gather devil, flesh and world.