The center of the cosmos,Chapter nº4

She's all states, and all princes I,
Nothing else is.

Yes, she is the whole world to me, all its kingdoms rolled into one, and I myself am every monarch. [In fact, so completely are we each the whole world to the other that] nothing else even exists , not really.

Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honor's mimic, all wealth alchemy.

[Oh yes, there are] kings and princes [in the world, but they] stand to us as mere actors do to the truly real figures they mimic. Indeed, in comparison with what we enjoy, every kind of external mark of rank or respect is ersatz, mere imitation, and every kind of riches as illusory as the fool's gold that alchemists claim to be able to make from base metal.

Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world's contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that's done in warming us.

[Thinking of this, I feel so satisfied I can even get over my irritation at your presence: you can stay, after all.] Indeed you, my dear sun, can feel happy too -- not, of course, as happy as we, but half as much, say. [Why?] Because, as I've explained to you, we encapsulate the entire world; you, being ancient, need to take it easy nowadays, and so, your task being to bring heat to the whole world, you can fulfill it quite easily simply by warming us.

Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere.

So go ahead, shine in on us, and in doing so you're shining everywhere. This bed is the center of the cosmos around which you rotate, and the walls of this room are the invisible sphere which holds you in the heavens.

THE END.(fuck,él otra vez)