Through the mists of fate
The future is revealed
The fear, the pain, the anguish
The grandeur and the tragedy
I speak in riddles
For your ears are deaf
In anagrams I write
For your eyes are blind
I will be forgotten
But you will remember my
prophecies when the time will come
Nostradamus, the seer
You will say!
Μέσα από της μοίρας τις ομίχλες
Αποκαλύπτεται το μέλλον
Ο φόβος, ο πόνος, η αγωνία
Το μεγαλείο και η τραγωδία
Με γρίφους σας μιλώ
Γιατί κουφά είναι τα αυτιά σας
Γράφω αναγραμματισμούς
Γιατί τα μάτια σας ειν' τυφλά
Θα ξεχαστώ
Μα τις προφητείες μου
Σαν έρθει η ώρα θα θυμηθείτε
Νοστράδαμος, ο προφήτης
Θα μονολογείτε!
Nostradamus, the seer who saw much, much beyond his time. A mystic, a great philosopher who could predict everything of future. A divine human on earth. Dear Kostas, this is a marvellous poem......10 To my PoemList
WOW dear Kostas, about Nostradamus? Loveliest, but very mystic, a prophecy.....you are right, but when you write nostra damus that means our penalty. Than man had foreseen his name, no? But the fact now is that you have submitted absolutely a dashing poem, I am very surprised of all the occurrences, Kostas. A brilliant poem you wrote A full 10 for your excellent poem. Thanks for sharing.
If future is predictable, it is no future. Better to be ready to meet it what so be it. It speaks volumes, why it needs be told in riddles and anagrams, a lovely poem.
Insight and wisdom seem to anoint many, shrude is the one who sees the calamity and avoids it.......great poem Kostas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is like a prophecy in itself. Excellent use of diction to fully express the ominous wisdom and seer like powers of Nostradamus.