Poetic-Verses from ATHANASE
ENGLISH :
Your Name Within My Voice
For Alejandro Nojaev
I think of you, Alejandro,
Of your venerable causes,
Of your redemptive air
Simple, good, pure,
Serious,
Charitable,
Natural and just!
I think of this blue tit
Playing with the twilight,
Pious,
Benevolent,
Firmly singing,
Deliciously accomplishing
Its duty!
And I think of myself, immersed in the solemn fragrance
Of the years and the seasons,
Surrounded by fleeting objects,
Drowned in the river of matter,
Myself,
Small,
Unstable,
Ephemeral,
I who dare to want to love,
I who dare to desire to be immortal
And ethereal like the gods!
Ah, Alejandro,
I want as much of everything in me
As I can square with precision and intelligence,
I want my heart to relish
The inexhaustible goodness of eternal things.
Like Hipparchus,
That Greek astronomer and mathematician,
I want to taste the ecstatic limpidity of equinoxes
And, at midnight, protected by the veils of the breeze,
To compile the first catalogue of the stars.
I think of you, Alejandro, of you, of me, of us,
Of us, like streams,
Immutable,
Vibrant and
Tender tiny scraps
Of Destiny!
Translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Norton Hodges - 01.07.12.
Your Name Within My Voice
For Alejandro Nojaev
I think of you, Alejandro,
Of your venerable causes,
Of your redemptive air
Simple, good, pure,
Serious,
Charitable,
Natural and just!
I think of this blue tit
Playing with the twilight,
Pious,
Benevolent,
Firmly singing,
Deliciously accomplishing
Its duty!
And I think of myself, immersed in the solemn fragrance
Of the years and the seasons,
Surrounded by fleeting objects,
Drowned in the river of matter,
Myself,
Small,
Unstable,
Ephemeral,
I who dare to want to love,
I who dare to desire to be immortal
And ethereal like the gods!
Ah, Alejandro,
I want as much of everything in me
As I can square with precision and intelligence,
I want my heart to relish
The inexhaustible goodness of eternal things.
Like Hipparchus,
That Greek astronomer and mathematician,
I want to taste the ecstatic limpidity of equinoxes
And, at midnight, protected by the veils of the breeze,
To compile the first catalogue of the stars.
I think of you, Alejandro, of you, of me, of us,
Of us, like streams,
Immutable,
Vibrant and
Tender tiny scraps
Of Destiny!
Translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Norton Hodges - 01.07.12.
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