Orpheus
Music of Orpheus brings back Eurydice from the world of the dead
O virgin forest!
When the sunrays falling on the scyamores', laurels', myrtle's, and willows' quivering leaves break the nature's dream veiled sleep,
In the holm oaks' , hazels' , and ash trees' branching restless twigs,
Acorns, nuts and seeds blow the melodies of the wind in the heart's golden reeds,
The firs and beeches, trellis the leaves,
The vines and the ivy rise to the height to listen in the light the cosmic beeps,
O goddess and the nymphs!
In tamarisks' and staghorns' pink beds,
Daphnes' and lilacs' crimson shades,
Viburnums' dark berries, purple sand cherries, buckthorn's and alder's red-berries,
Sing the songs of the sun strewn blaze,
In aspens' and hornbeams', maples' and poplars' heads,
Like the Maenads the wind streams Orphus' music seize,
In the flowers and fruits playing the Phrygian flutes the maidens of light, in love for Orpheus, beat their breasts.
The melodies tipping off the leaves,
The ripples sounding with the breeze,
The air charming the sounds with harmonies,
The light falling through the air as the notes from his lyre,
"Orpheus! Orpheus!" singing the seeds,
The stones turning as the silence's hymn,
The spears of the beams in the hands of the maidens of dream,
Tearing open the seeds from the rinds,
The golden sun's pollen-laden stamen,
The magical life's golden wand bringing back the beauty of life like Hermes's wand,
Keep man awake as well as bring him trance.
In yellow, white, blue, orange and red,
Where the Maenads' weapons rip open Orpheus' flesh,
In the sappy foliage the green wood ooz in pain in the leaf-decked shades,
In the crimson blood dripping in the flesh,
The poetic soul moves clad in the light wearing a human shape.
O Orpheus!
Dream born poetic blaze!
O singing eternal skylark , the lightning clouds' soaring hymnal chorus in flame!
What thou art,
What thou make,
Reverberate as music of life on the earth and in the wind as springing grass, blossoming flower, as orchids of light , as love's beauteous flame.
Where the West-wind plays with silvery dew,
Cupid's arrows feel and touch the heart in colours of innumerable hues,
In the earth's dark breast,
Where the dream has risen from its wintry rest,
The flowers and herbs feel and breathe,
The poppies and pansies ,
The daffodils and daisies,
The Virginias and Canterbury -bells,
The tulips, statices, tithonias, speedwells gather in the light with asphodel,
Veronica wipe the blood dripping from the sky's blue bright face.
Like Orpheus bringing Eurydice from Hades,
Hyacinths, jessamines,
Narcissus reflecting in the pool of light its face,
From Adonis' blood the anemone springing as symbols of the mortal's love for the aphrodisian maid,
The lilly-of-the-vales letting the dew in time and space from the tremulous bells,
The bleeding-hearts drooping in the eyes covered with pinkish veil,
Unveil the beauty, who has risen from the dead, from a state lifeless and pale.
O wild flowers, the senses' buds!
The springing morning's camellia, nemophila, phacelia!
Love torn Ophelia!
Life's radiance, ordour and dust!
O flower-strewn grass!
Awakened Earth's incantation in verse!
In the scents and ordours,
In the hues of the colours that the eyelids pass,
Spark! spark! send brighter and brighter luminous sparks!
O verbena , anis, basil, bays and sweets!
O who grow amidst the weeds !
In rain and clouds,
In commotion,
Who burst forth through seeds !
While Orpheus bleeds, the music of life brings forth herbs and hybrids.
O forest filled with scents , fragrances of flowers, herbs, shrubs, and trees !
In a world once in sleep,
Where through darting beams of light fly insects swift and free,
In the awakening feet of the worms, snails, slugs and bees,
I hear the footsteps of Orpheus' beloved Eurydice.
The god who puts all to sleep and wakes all to life again
Amidst the birds flocking through leaf-decked twigs and branches,
Where the Naiads and Dryads, opening their robes in the sun, fill their breasts,
In joy the fluttering birds jump and dance,
An immutable silence, quivering along the arrow of time flying with the rays of the sun,
suddenly break the silence into sounds by chance,
Where the peacock's feathers, lifted as the starry eyes in the radiance, fall in sleep as Hermes put the eyes in slumber with his wand,
The spots of sapphire and jade plunge in the lake of light as darkened mind's beauteous plunge,
I hear the footsteps, that follow Orpheus, moving towards a lake glowing in the sun.
O wing- borne Hermes!
The fluttering wings of light in flight!
The splendid dream soaring in the height!
The creator of lyre that brings the music of light from the night!
The voice, the lute , the pipe , that Apollo exchanged with his golden staff that brings the dead to life or puts the living world to sleep with a magical might !
O leader of the Fates!
Thoth with ibis- head!
The divine power playing death's game and divining with the magical spell,
O Thoth-Hermes!
The measurer of time, the creator of speech and the bearer of the silence of Lethe !
On this planet where you lead the souls to Hades,
Eurydice die in the serpent's bite,
And Orpheus brings her back from the world of the dead.
O messenger of the souls!
The sacred crane!
Odysseus' guide!
The bringer of the herb of virtue with which Odysseus won against Circe's sorcerous wand,
The guide of the souls over the sea where the mortals seek land in vain!
O invisible wanderer guiding man in the paths where the traders travel in search of gems!
Behold in my sleeping eyes and the dreaming glance the beauty's flame,
Hear in my heart the footsteps of the beauty, I have seen in the world while I was bound in senses' chains.
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