Alchimia durerii
În tine unu-şi pune focul,
Natură! altul chinu-şi pune
Ce-i pentru unu-ngopăciune
Pentru-altu-i viaţa şi norocul.
O, Hermes tainic ce-n restrişti
M-ajuţi, dar teamă-n mine semeni,
Lui Midas tu mă faci asemeni,
Celui mai trist dintre-alchimişti.
Cu ajutorul ce mi-l dai
Fac fier din aur, iad din rai;
În giulgiul norilor din zare
Descopăr un cadavru drag
Şi pe cereştile ponoare
Clădesc un mare sarcofag.
Prefer traducerea în romănâ decât cea în engleză.
Şi nişte poezii din The Void pe care le-am salvat de pe forum-ul vechi. Nu mai ştiu dacă Mărar sau Jaunty le-au postat acolo aşa că...credits to both of them.
And with time, so does the apprehension
The world under sun is no exception
And all you see around you, evolves
New traits in things familiar can be sensed
But futile is hope without fruition
The grief you knew begets no vision
The happiness you felt becomes regret
Winter fades and takes its cold and storm
Spring revives the world with love and warmth
But still the law: All things decay and age
Vanity itself won't dry your tears
And so you fear, as your time draws near
The world will turn, but never change
by Luís de Camões
We never heard again once we departed
The sinner's prayer is sound and discord
An earthly god's communion is reward
From priests in temples never started
The dreams of madness change our savior
We are as bees abandoned by the hive
Like the men of fallen Troy we now strive
And flames predict the time of our failiure
By breathing gusts we are led in dissolution
Long paths unfolding, roads we've never walked
We stroll in blindness as a herdless flock
Rolling thunder, earth and lightning fusion
Exploding fires of doubt and disdain
Our dream's meaning, the world will never gain
by Maximilian Voloshin
By suns that shine at midnight we are blessed
Keen rays descend through mortared spires
The universe's race is paced with fire
The nebulas, the stars, the voided depths
From alpha dog, to Vega, and to Beta
To Ursa Major and sad Pliades
They cross the skies as sage Diadies
Creating planets like divine Excreta
Oh dust of worlds
Oh pure, holy swarm
I measured, checked, adapted, scaled and formed
Gave names, drew maps and specified the order
But starry horror will not let us go
It makes us call to foul, primal woe
When will we know the bliss of later's water?
AVA:
Our dream's meaning the earth will never dash
When morning murmurs meld in single chorus
And silken dawns dissolve before us
The foul scythe will then be burnt to ash
The rippling grey will crush to diamond dust
The egrets drowned in the silent ocean
Our spirits liberated by devotion
The false sun's glitter will fade at last
We are neither stunned by midday desert splendor
Nor to the jewels our wills surrender, no;
We are dead for golden coin's sake.
And robed in silken moon rays we are dressed
By suns that shine at midnight we are blessed
And at the darkest hour... we are awake.
They're not alive, but neither are they dead
They're deaf to words, and their touch is senseless
They're blunt to smell and their pain is endless
Their doom, unaltered by any event, is sealed in darkness
But like giver Phoebis bestows the blind
With overwhelming awe in sight of God
And the concealed cave is turned to christmas den
By holy vortex, the primal night who bore him in her womb
The offspring, sent to her by miser father
Is carrying her gifts to fateful brother
The one by solar rage who was entombed
Who has become the toy of fateless play
Who is alive, yet destined to be fey
IRE:
Entombed, he is destined to be fey
Yet sun's hot bark is clear to his sight
From seplica that arises from midnight he sees the land
Wheat splayed in the rays
Mules approach, scythes crop
A flail beats the ear, rafts drift
Beasts sleep, flitting birds make nests
And from his shroud's folds
He sees the fest of days and nights that spill into the years
Without joy, without tears and pain
He watches over human's idle fates with no black thought
Without asking why
Beyond existance will or any wish in knowing peace
Or any wish unknown to you and I
For to the earth, we are forever banished
YANI:
Those, to earth, who are forever hurled
Cannot enjoy the vastness of the fields
As time's each passing moment yields
The dancing shadows of other worlds
The soul sees the flicker far and vague
As on the surface of this ancient regret
One tried to read the holy alphabet
But lost the pattern in his own plague
And so he walks the dust of earthly sod
In apostate, a self-forgotten god
In things familiar he seeks forbidden codes
His flesh, immortal, is shrouded in flames
And to him, even death does simply nod
Him who saw the dreams and knew the names
IMA:
We exiles, wanderers, and poets
Who yearned to be but failed to become
Where birds have nests, beasts their lair homes
Our lot is a staff and beggar's hovel
The duty is failed, the promises are broken
The path unwalked
And our doom is nigh
Dreams of such roads drowning in a sigh of songs unsung
And poems never spoken
In shards of will it is so hard to find your own true self
So hard to confine the foolish pride
So hard to enter another's marquis
And to beg for bread
Hard for the vanguard's soul to render alive
That never has been truly dead
ELI:
We hold life's transcendant pains apart
We bear grief and disappointment's fire
But the banner or our sorrow's ire
Flutters in the winds of the departed
We hold life's transcendant pains apart
We bear grief and disappointment's fire
But the banner or our sorrow's ire
Flutters in the winds of the departed
Let the biting flames poison our spirit
Singing spirits smothered by corpses
Like Leachowan tangles in knotted snakes
Straining to break free, yet keeping silent
But no bliss will ever change this pain
The dignity of this restraint
The tension, this ecstacy of hopeless prison
For the balm of later's oblivion
We rain a grail of sorrows on the world
We exiles, wanderers and poets
OLE:
The ones who saw the dreams and knew the names
Who heard the grasses talking to each other
Who learned the will of their ancient father
Who listened to the songs of tidal waves
The ones whose souls have been purified
The ones who are harnessed to the pain of challenge
Who lit their mystic candles on the fringe
Who became a pure shade of darkest nights
Who didn't squeeze their grape to sinful glass
And didn't seek the joys of earthly leisure
Not in the priestess's dances
Not in the pleasure
But who descended into Hell's morass
To meet their shadow at the very bottom
They don't expect hearts with love to blossom
ECHO:
Why don't I know the bliss of later's waters?
Why does my spirit cry into the night?
It knows not the taste of burning spite
It pleads not to Satan's wily daughters
The circle is broken, and the chants dispelled
While everyone is bathed in brilliant ways
Rejoicing in the wine of passing days
We are drawn to lights beyond the blue sky's shell
The rustling grass, the shimmer of the swamps
A lazy wind plays out a vain rump
And carries out the shade of Persephone
To Pliadus, who gazes through the gust
Yet my spirit has a sad mistrust
Crying as I contemplate antiquity
AYA:
My spirit cries, entangled by the weeds
They grew from seeds nourished by blackness
Their poison stuns, they bind in shackles
Like horrors sealed in the pyramids
But neither fireborn marble nor granite
Can make a frame immune to the power of the flows
Of ageless, primal lava, that runs through our veins
And fills us with might
The tomb of suns, the urn of dead world's ash
The corpse of moon and Saturn's lifeless flesh
Is set in mind and taken by the heart
In dying stars, life is born anew
But spirit's force is granted to a few
Who hold life's transcendant pains apart
SELF:
Above the rippling surface waves
Has grown a solemn, rocky island built of bricks
With chasms black and floods of crimson rocks
And boundaries woeful of the land unknown
I see the dreams so marvellously sad
The creeks of land so solid and encrusted
Where wave and tide upon shores are busted
While singing by the mournful twilight's bed
And canvas in the dark plies a quiet course
Trembling with an ancient mystic force
The force of wind and raspy, breathless ripple
In ways of constant dare and righteous struggle
My boat is led along by sheering tumult
And skies are lit with starry, shining sparkle
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Through fields of love fly venerable comets
Like flaring, rushing, rolling conflagrations
Like molded fires, hell's manifestations
The universe's warring, biting gauntlets
Come from beyond
Let then, the planets dark
See vengeful swords of doom in our arrival
We head for the sun, though we are blinded
Clad in the winds and shielded by sparks
But strange indeed, soon as we touch the star
We change the root and fly away so far
Along parabolic paths yet to be marked
A blind rebellion leads our fate at bid
To the neverending dusk we said we'd never see again
Once we depart