The Translator’s Song. A Toast – S. Cabras – Stratagemmi 17




When God made the play
He shaped the author in clay.
Then beating a hammer on iron
He forged the director – a real lion!
And from his chest one rib He seized
So out the stage designer squeezed.
“Oh Christ!” said the Lord, “It ’d be good To carve off the actors in wood.”
Any other material to use?
Yes, the richest one: gold!
For casting producers and agents!
(I’m sorry if in this verse there’s no rhyme,
But it’s the only verse where you can find money.)