Primal Words.
Orphic (1817-18)
ΔAIMΩN,
Daemon
As stood
the sun to the salute of planets
Upon the
day that gave you to the earth,
You grew
forthwith, and prospered, in your growing
Heeded the
law presiding at your birth.
Sibyls and
prophets told it: You must be
None but
yourself, from self you cannot flee.
No time
there is, no power, can decompose
The minted
form that lives and living grows.
TYXH,
Chance
Strict the limit, yet a drifting, pleasant,
Moves around it, with us, circling us;
You are not long alone, you learn decorum,
And likely act as any manjack does:
It comes and goes, in life, you lose or win,
It is a trinket, toyed with, wearing thin.
Full circle come the years, the end is sighted,
The lamp awaits the flame, to be ignited.
EPΩΣ,
Love
Love is not absent! Down from heaven swooping,
Whither from ancient emptiness he flew,
This way he flutters, borne by airy feathers,
Round heart and head the day of Springtime through,
Apparently escapes, returns anon,
So sweet and nervous, pain to pleasure gone.
Some hearts away in general loving float,
The noblest, yet, their all to one devote.
ANAΓKH,
Necessity
Then back
it comes, what in the stars was written;
Law and
circumstance; each will is tried,
All
willing simply forced, by obligation:
In. face
of it, the free will's tongue is tied.
Man's
heart forswears what most was loved by him,
To iron
"Must" comply both will and whim.
It only
seems we're free, years hem us in,
Constraining
more than at our origin.
EAПІΣ, Hope
Yet the
repulsive gate can be unbolted
Within
such bounds, their adamantine wall,
Though it
may stand, that gate, like rock for ever;
One being
moves, unchecked, ethereal:
From heavy
cloud, from fog, from squall of rain
She lifts
us to herself, we're winged again,
You know
her well, to nowhere she's confined –
A wingbeat
– aeons vanish far behind.
Translated
by Christopher Middleton