KOGAION REVIEW
romanian literary monthly

Mihai Eminescu: „The Dacian’s Prayer“

When death did not exist, not yet eternity,

Before the seed of life had first set living free,

When yesterday was nothing, and time had not begun,

And one included all things, and all was less than one,

When sun and moon and sky, the stars, the spinning earth

Were still part of the things that had not come to birth,

And You quite lonely stood… I ask myself with awe,

Who is this mighty God we bow ourselves before.

 

Ere yet Gods existed already He was God

And out of endless water with fire the lightning shed;

He gave the Gods their reason, and joy to earth did bring,

He brought to man forgiveness, and set salvation’s spring.

Lift up your hearts in worship, a song of praise enfreeing,

He is the death of dying, the primal birth of being.

 

To him I owe my eyes that I can see the dawn,

To him I owe my heart wherein is pity born ;

Whene’er I hear the tempest, I hear him pas along

Midst multitude of voices raised in a holy song;

And yet of his great mercy I beg still one hehest:

That I at last be taken to his eternal rest.

 

Be curses on the fellow who would my praise acclaim,

But blessing upon him who does my soul defame;

Believe no matter whom who slanders my nenown,

Give power to the arm that lifts to strike me down;

Let him upon the earth above all others loom

Who steals away the stone that lies upon my tomb.

 

Hunted by humanity, let me my whole life fly

Until I feel from weeping my very eyes are dry;

Let everyone detest me no matter where I go,

Until from persecution myself I do not know;

Let misery and horor my heart transform to stone,

That I may hate my mather, in whose love I have grown;

Till hating and deceiving for me with love will vie,

And I forget my suffering, and learn at last to die.

 

Dishonoured let me perish, an outcast among men;

My body less than worthy to block the gutter then,

And may, o God of mercy, a crown of diamonds wear

The one who gives my heart the hungry dogs to tear,

While for the one who in my face does callous fling a clod

In your eternal kingdom reserve a place, o God !

 

Thus only, gracious Father, can I requitance give

That You from Your great bounty vouched me the joy to live;

To gain eternal blessing my head I do not bow,

But rather ask that You in hating compassion show.

Till comes at last the evening, your breath will mine efface,

And into endless nothing I go, and leave no trace !

                         

1879, 1 Sept.

 (An anglais par Corneliu M. Popescu)

“The translated poem was published and in “Iosif Vulcan” Magazine-

Australia, June 2000, pag.21- I.Miclau)

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