Our life is written in the stars, “Endure hunger !”
since only the hungry have visions and clamour
the hungry one can’t be fined as a theft monger
from the golden tree of knowledge − or of glamour…
’tis only when you cease to feel your wounded feet
that you’ll be blessed and start to grow heavenly wings
so you’ll be exempt from heavy tolls and conceit
converting aeons into as many sightings
you obstinately lean on the top of your staff
you ponder on life’s ordeals trusting church crosses
tigers tear you to pieces − every trial’s gruff
and choleraic lickspittles anoint your glosses
…thus derisory martyrs would always transverse
the foundations of Lord Our God worshipping verse
“poor as one might be − indulge in dreams” − I’ll stow
my motto − exorcising vampires from caves :
should Golgotha be stripped of martyrs’ sooth craves
you’ll glorify − dementially − the echo
the sea will unavailingly spread and sprawl
if the Bird does not draw near − nor does the flock :
nor does Lord God inspect the genuine stock
nor does the chaste public applaud in the stall
retreat in the mountains − saints of the last day
secluded on peaks − blow your trumpets on probe :
there’ll be hissing − like snakes − from ushers in robe
thus you’ll be crushed − by boulders and disarray !
…where could I find shelter to keep my ears clear
from the arid clink − the usurer’s coin sear ?
The Scholars Bereft of the Ballad
the scholars have forsaken their kingdom’s debate
for them − hefty tomes have ceased to be animate !
they forge their scepter out of untruths and drift scum
all that is light − for them’s not worth a canticum !
the ocean convulses at the gateways of caves :
therefrom the Divine Infant will burst out of fire !
scholars shut the nine master masons book that raves
Manea’s flying off the roof − thus they miss the gyre !
you, immured Ana − the whole world’s undaunted bride
holy soul of the Fortress wherein you abide
the fish thrive to the banks of the fresh water’s tide
we come to You in prayer : open the Book anew
banish both hoarfrost and death from humankind’s thew
find solace for the fools − but don’t side with their view… !
English version by Gabriela PACHIA