Saturday, April 19, 2008
This earth is a dark dungeon;
Walls of black horizon, surround it.
Imprisoned inside these ramparts,
We are condemned to live our life.
Panting and suffering;
Loving and reproducing;
Hating and terminating;
Negate, perish and become a naught!
Above our head, the empty sky sweltering us,
Underneath, the shadows crawling through its hell.
Why the spring evenings arrive here to paint
The panorama with its brilliance,
Try to make us ugly and swarthy in this dust,
Coating us with a bizarre shade?
Fetters in the hands, obscurity in the soul,
I am sitting in this penitentiary of time.
Who will open this trellis door, to let me out?
The mute firmament, in front of me, and
Behind me, utter gloom and dense murk.
Does the flame in this cage of five elements
Lighted by obsessive desires,
Ignite in the wind of passion, or fade out through time?
Can’t you just resurrect me from this agony,
My beloved, by your immortal love