“Alas! My whole life was wasted in vain”
exclaimed Roden, awe struck
when he saw Apollo in Olympia
and crazed he searched with both hands
the bottom of his pouch
trying to find out
whether the fault lied with a tool
which he had laid aside
and had not handled it with adequate care.
He runs hardly breathing
to the workshop of Pheideas
He searches everywhere – thinking –
about even the least humble one
which might have helped,
burying in agitation his fingers into the soil
Just in case that he might happen to find
anyone of the tools of Hephaistus
of which he is not aware,
in case that he chances to find
a tool of the Gods hidden in Olympia
which will stir
and elate the soul
and liberate it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem