What manner of bark these that engine so ineffectively,
hesitant, confused, tossed by the powerful sea?
What manner of nature it that storms so omnipotently,
unaware, unrestrained, acting as if on a another plane?
What distance between
And what manner of man he who rises so indifferently
as the wooden hands rouse him to the dire certainty:
a gentle rebuke, the sudden cease,
......
When I consider Prometheus partially unbound,
Limb free of an earthy alchemy:
Nymphs that reel in waves and sand
A cat poised in boxed uncertainty
Strands so woven as to eclipse even the Fates’
(the sons had only to best the fathers for Tiresias to speak)
What then with both hands free?
......
O Goddess of Love !
Pristine beauty
Glowing on spiritual throne
Brimming with splendid elegance
Dispel the darkness of hatred
From heart and mind of the ignorant people
And burn all weeds of their impure and lurid desires...
O Opulent Love !
Muse of hearts
......
Life is not seen anymore,
the heart aches from deep core.
Shattered dreams, pieces of glasses,
Which is not mean anymore.
Fear, is what engulfs over all,
obstructs me from my soul.
the darkness covers the world,
Cry, and afraid to fall.
......
What manner of bark these that engine so ineffectively,
hesitant, confused, tossed by the powerful sea?
What manner of nature it that storms so omnipotently,
unaware, unrestrained, acting as if on a another plane?
What distance between
And what manner of man he who rises so indifferently
as the wooden hands rouse him to the dire certainty:
a gentle rebuke, the sudden cease,
......
When I consider Prometheus partially unbound,
Limb free of an earthy alchemy:
Nymphs that reel in waves and sand
A cat poised in boxed uncertainty
Strands so woven as to eclipse even the Fates’
(the sons had only to best the fathers for Tiresias to speak)
What then with both hands free?
......
O Goddess of Love !
Pristine beauty
Glowing on spiritual throne
Brimming with splendid elegance
Dispel the darkness of hatred
From heart and mind of the ignorant people
And burn all weeds of their impure and lurid desires...
O Opulent Love !
Muse of hearts
......
Life is not seen anymore,
the heart aches from deep core.
Shattered dreams, pieces of glasses,
Which is not mean anymore.
Fear, is what engulfs over all,
obstructs me from my soul.
the darkness covers the world,
Cry, and afraid to fall.
......