Попытка перевода стиха №8
We hear so many useless words
from raging restless network hordes;
as agonizing poets dash
their naked hearts against all trash;
from dreamers stuck in humdrum doze,
naive they wile away and pose;
from layabouts in disguise
who strive to turn their slack to pride…
God save me from the insane maze
of dull debates and aimless days.
Let prudent speech and dainty talk
Bring up the healthy thought’s flock.