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Alas, beware, lest you revive Actaeon crying in vain:
What if you should see a line of the antlered herd
Often a hundred swim across the lake, lifting their heads high.
A delightful procession of death swims by, and the timid
When suddenly a flung bullet original: "glans torta," literally a twisted lead ball or bullet fired from a weapon. strikes the hollow temples of a stag
Before he stretches his fallen shoulders in the pond,
With a jump he flees death, and soon with his whole body
The farmers rejoice that the thief of the harvest has been driven off
Ceres The goddess of agriculture and the harvest. is appeased and breathes again,
But let it be a pleasure to have seen these things once: if you persist
He has seen stags swimming rivers too often.
The human MIND is a craftsman, and knows how to join
It brings together into the center whatever wanders at the edges
At home, the mind sets whatever charming ranks of wild beasts it wishes
Whenever the mind desires, the Indian elephant original: "barus... Indus." Barus is an ancient term for an elephant. is present;
A parrot in its cage, or a long-tailed monkey in the hall,