To The Minstrel - Poem by Jurgis Baltrušaitis
Not for a flash of flame – your zither, brother!
Its charm is charged to praise the macrocosm
Where ages gather, in one enigmatic circle,
Remoteness of existence with earth's clay...
You've praised the rose, you'll praise the withered grasses
For he who scans the leaf but sees the tree,
Himself a drop, recourses to the whirlpool –
Reaching, in a flash, eternity's remoteness...
Enchanter, sing to those in life's alliance
Who, to grasp a flashing moment dimly,
Disavow the magic wealth of ages –
Proclaim earth's will, unbroken by disaster,
The long night's restless dream of sun-borne tidings –
Already comes the cockcrow – it's dawning, dawning!
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