Happy birthday, Deborah!
Jul. 6th, 2003 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheartLookie, lookie, here is the first part of your prezzie. It's not beta-ed, and since I've just translated it from Hungarian, it might be grammatically awkward, but it's all yours. Until I find someone to clean out the grammar. :)
Page 1 – Teaching Poem
Ancient origin, author unknown
Translation: stardate 46951.7(1)
The Power, whom the Prophets serve
Is eternal and without a beginning.
The Prophets are its outstretched arm to touch us
who thread the flesh of this world.
The Prophets are its inaudible voice
that whispers in the depths of our pagh.(2)
The Prophets hand out its gifts:
the Sight that looks into the past
and into the future
and knows all things from the inside;
the wings of rapture
that lifts our pagh above all other things of Creation
and attires our exultation in tongues
that we have not known before;
that ethereal inner light
which makes our hearts glow
and our flesh heal again.
Those whom the Prophets call
will hear the Message.
And yet the Message does not come from the Prophets.
It comes from far away,
down the worn paths of Space and Time;
further back then when the Prophets
took shape in the shadowy depths of their Celestial Temple.
Only the chosen ones
can see the Prophets
and the power which they have been given.
But even the Prophets themselves
cannot see the Power,
the Eternal One,
who shaped them in the unknown depths of Time
and set them as watchers
into the Temple’s chambers.
New worlds are born
from the womb of that Power,
and dying old worlds return to it
to find their final peace.
Its unchanging eternity
carries the eternal changes of the All.
Forever heavy with life and with death,
at last Time itself will be laid there to rest.
The Prophets walk up and down
on the endless spiral of Omnipotent Time.
For them, past present and future,
life and death,
becoming and deceasing
are all the same.
All transient and familiar.
The Power, however,
the Power exists,
for now and in all eternity.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Notes:
(1) During the last first season episode, “In the Hands of the Prophets”.
(2) The pagh is the Bajoran equivalent of a soul or spirit.
And many happy returnings!
Page 1 – Teaching Poem
Ancient origin, author unknown
Translation: stardate 46951.7(1)
The Power, whom the Prophets serve
Is eternal and without a beginning.
The Prophets are its outstretched arm to touch us
who thread the flesh of this world.
The Prophets are its inaudible voice
that whispers in the depths of our pagh.(2)
The Prophets hand out its gifts:
the Sight that looks into the past
and into the future
and knows all things from the inside;
the wings of rapture
that lifts our pagh above all other things of Creation
and attires our exultation in tongues
that we have not known before;
that ethereal inner light
which makes our hearts glow
and our flesh heal again.
Those whom the Prophets call
will hear the Message.
And yet the Message does not come from the Prophets.
It comes from far away,
down the worn paths of Space and Time;
further back then when the Prophets
took shape in the shadowy depths of their Celestial Temple.
Only the chosen ones
can see the Prophets
and the power which they have been given.
But even the Prophets themselves
cannot see the Power,
the Eternal One,
who shaped them in the unknown depths of Time
and set them as watchers
into the Temple’s chambers.
New worlds are born
from the womb of that Power,
and dying old worlds return to it
to find their final peace.
Its unchanging eternity
carries the eternal changes of the All.
Forever heavy with life and with death,
at last Time itself will be laid there to rest.
The Prophets walk up and down
on the endless spiral of Omnipotent Time.
For them, past present and future,
life and death,
becoming and deceasing
are all the same.
All transient and familiar.
The Power, however,
the Power exists,
for now and in all eternity.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Notes:
(1) During the last first season episode, “In the Hands of the Prophets”.
(2) The pagh is the Bajoran equivalent of a soul or spirit.
And many happy returnings!
