Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver;
É ferida que dói e não se sente;
É um contentamento descontente;
É dor que desatina sem doer;
Luis Vaz de Camões
Oh, vernacular which has penetrated the intellect
And has caused an amount of thoughts .
The last flower of Latium we have gathered
From the Roman Empire and spread it abroad.
Poems, novels, essays and philosophical treatises
Have already been written in such a graceful vernacular,
But a more impressive fact which makes it so singular
Is that we keep on listening to beautiful verses increasing!
The genius of form
Who was able to compose
The most beautiful verses!
The one who was born
To mix sound and taste
And produce the most delicious
The one whose geniality
Worth more than a billion coins
And whose name itself is poetry
An old and good iambic: Camões!
Luciano Aparecido Marques
Luís Vaz de Camões as Camoens or Camoëns, is considered Portugal‘s and the Portuguese language’s greatest poet. His mastery of verse has been compared to that of Shakespeare, Vondel, Homer, Virgil and Dante.