Blessed are those whose minds
Can probe the true causes of matter
And reduce to dust all ancient terrors
and inexorable fate of the clamouring
dark waters of Acheron,
And the eternal ferryman.
And blessed too those who know
and honour the gods of the countryside,
Pan, Silvanus and the sister Nymphs
who bathe in the clear streams of consciousness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem