Chapter 14 god of the earth

When the night of the twelfth generation falls, Silence, the climax of the night, engulfed the hills, Three gods born of the earth, titan of life Appears on top of a mountain. The river rushes beneath their feet, Clouds swirled around their breasts, Their heads are solemnly raised above the world. They spoke, Like distant thunder, Their voices echoed over the plain. first god the wind blows to the east; I turned my strands to the south, For it fills my breath with the putrid smell of dead things. second god This is the smell of roasted flesh, sweet and rich, I would like to breathe it.

first god This is the smell of inescapable death from its smoldering flames, It hangs sullenly in the air, Like the foul air of hell, I will turn my face to the odorless and tasteless north. second god This is the fragrance of life burning with worry, I am and always will be happy to breathe it. The gods feed on sacrifices, Their thirst must be quenched with blood. Their hearts are soothed by young souls, Their flesh is strong with eternal sighs, That sighs from those who dwell with death; Their thrones are built high on the ashes of generations. first god Boredom is all my mood,

I would not set my hands to create a world, I don't want to destroy one either. If I could die, I don't want to live, For the burden of the ages is upon me. The endless moaning of the sea drains my sleep. If only I could throw away the original goal, Like the setting sun disappearing from the sky, If only I could strip my divine resolve, Call my immortal life into space, Until life goes no further, If only I could be consumed, Step from the memory of time into the omnipresent emptiness. third god my brother!my old brother! A young man in a distant valley, Singing his heart's voice to the night.

His lyre is of golden ebony, His voice is like a jewel, Like silver. second god I will not be reduced to nothing in vain. I can only choose the most difficult path; to follow the seasons, Maintain the dignity of the sun and the moon; to sow the seeds, and watched them break through the ground; Awaken the bud from its hiding place, and give it strength to embrace its own life, Then, Pick it when the storm laughs in the woods; To raise man from the darkness, But let his roots still cling to the earth, the longing that gave him life, Let death serve him wine, Give him love that grows with pain,

This love is sublimated by longing, growing with yearning, and wither in the first embrace; Surrounded by his night with dreams of the sublime day, Filled his day with visions of blissful night, Then shut his day and night in their unchanging resemblance; Let his imagination soar like an eagle, Let his thoughts be like the waves of the sea, Then give him a pair of hands that are slow to decide and a pair of feet that are heavy because of prudence; make him feel happy, He will sing before us, make him feel sad, He will cry out before us; and set him low, When the earth cried out for food in hunger;

Lifted his soul above the firmament, So he can have a foretaste of our tomorrow. Let his body grovel in the mire, That way he won't forget his yesterday. so, We shall dominate mankind till the end of time, hold his breath, From his mother's scream, until the wailing of his children is over. first god my heart is thirsty, Yet I will not drink the impoverished blood of a feeble species, For the cup is polluted, Grape aging turns bitter on my lips. same as you I have also kneaded clay and given it breathing forms, They slip through my fingers, Scattered in swamps and hills.

same as you I have also illuminated the deep darkness of the beginning of life, Watch it climb from the cave to the high rock. Same as you~ I also summoned spring to place beauty, Let it be to capture youth, The bait that forces him to procreate and reproduce. same as you I have also guided humanity from one holy place to another. Turned his wordless fear of the unseen into a trembling faith in us, And we are neither visited, And not recognized. same as you On him too I rode the wild storm, So he bowed his head before us, And the earth shook at his feet, until he calls out to us;

same as you I too have set the sea on the isle of his nest, until he died in supplicating us. These are all my doings, or even more. All that I have done is now futile and unreal, In vain is awake, Illusion is asleep, Three times as futile and unreal as dreaming. third god Bros!My awesome brothers! in the myrtle bushes A girl is dancing to the moon, Dewdrops of stars adorn her hairline, Thousands of wings soared under her feet. second god We plant humans in our vines, And plow the earth in the purple mist of the first dawn. We watch these poor branches grow, In the seasonless days,

We nurse the young leaves and shoots. We protect the bud from angry nature, We guard the flowers against all dark elves, Now our vines are bearing fruit But you would not take it to juice, Pour into cup. What hands stronger than yours shall reap the fruit? What nobler purpose than your thirst shall desire wine? Man is the dish of the gods, The glory of man begins with: His aimless breath was tasted and sipped by the holy lips of the gods. All human beings will be worthless, if always human; The innocence of childhood, The sweet intoxication of youth, The solemn passion of adults,

The wisdom and philosophy of old age, regal splendor, warrior's victory, poet's reputation, Glory of dreamers and saints, All this and everything that goes with it, All are the bread of the gods. They will be but unblessed bread —The silent grain would be a song of love if the gods had not lifted it to their lips, — when they are pecked by nightingales, Only as the bread of the gods, Only humans can taste divinity. first god indeed, Humans are the meat of the gods! The final destination of mankind will be the eternal feast of the gods! pains of conception and pains of childbirth,

Babies' aimless cries pierce the naked night, The mother's distress wrestles with her longing sleepy eyes, From her breasts poured out life till it dried up; Tormented by the scorching breath of youth, The sweat dripping from the brows of adults waters the barren land, Pale old sorrows, —When life calls the grave against the will of life. behold, This is human! Creatures that thrive on hunger, Be food for the hungry gods. A vine crawling in the dust at the feet of death that does not die, Flowers of night that bloom under the shadow of evil; fruitful in miserable days Grapes of days of terror and shame. But you still want me to eat, to drink. You made me sit among shrouded faces, Sucking my life from stone-like lips, Meet my eternity from withered hands. third god Bros!My awesome brothers! Youth is singing three times deeper, His song is three times louder, His voice shook the forest, pierced the sky, The clear dream that frightens the earth. Second God (who never listens) Bees buzz harshly in your ears, Honey turns bitter on your lips. I want to comfort you, But how do I do it? When God calls God, Only the deep valleys listen, For between divinity lies the unfathomable abyss, and a windless sky. Yet I would like to comfort you, May your dark world see sunshine again, Though our strength and judgment are equal to each other, I would still like to give you advice. When the earth emerged from chaos, We, the primordial sons, each other in lustless eyes watch, We exhaled the first whispered breath, That trembling stirred the currents of air and sea. Thereafter, we walk, hand in hand, In the gray underage world. Time is born from the echo of our first sleepy footsteps. fourth divinity tread his steps in ours, clouding our thoughts and desires, So he can only see with our eyes. Life came to earth, The soul is attached to life. This soul is the winged melody of the universe. We hold life and soul, No one but us knows the measure of years and their hazy dreamy weight, until we are in the seventh generation noon, Marry the sea to the sun. From their bridal chambers of newlywed joy, We brought out human beings, Although a newborn, and very weak, Creatures that can bear the representation of their lineage. Human beings who look at the starry sky with their feet on the ground, We found our way to the far reaches of the earth; by humans —the humble reed that grows by the gloomy lake, We made pipe flutes, From its hollow heart, We inject our own voices into this silent world. From the sunless north, To the sandy beaches of the southern sun, From the place where the day was born and the lotus grew, To the perilous islands of ruined days, Humanity, weak mind, Inspired too boldly by our resolve, He ventured with harp and sword, Our will is the will he declares to come, Our supreme power was foretold by him, His path trodden by love, It is the river that flows into the ocean of our desires. us, on top of the world, Dreaming our dreams in the sound of human eyes. We drove his day apart from the far valleys of evening, Find their fullness in the mountains. Our arms guide the storm across the world, To summon humanity from fruitless peace to productive turmoil, until victory. In our eyes there is a vision that animates the human soul, Leading him to sublime solitude and rebellious prophecy, until it was nailed to the cross. Humans are born to be enslaved, Its glory and its reward are in enslavement. We look for spokesmen among men, In his life we ​​make ourselves, If the human heart is deafened by dust, Whose heart can answer our voice? If the eyes of man were blinded by the night, Who can see us shine? how will you treat humans —Children of our virgin hearts, our own image? third god Brothers, my mighty brothers! The steps of the dancers have been enchanted by the music, They vibrate the air; Her arms spread upward like doves. The first one God Lark calls Lark, But the eagle hovers above, Do not delay a moment to listen to the singing. You will teach me self-love in the reverence of man, And satisfied with human labor. But my love for myself is limitless and immeasurable, I wish to rise above the inevitable death that pervades the earth, Set my throne in the sky. My arms will circle space, surround the planets, I would like to take the Milky Way as my bow and the stars as my loss, I will conquer the infinite with the infinite. But you will not act like this, Even if it is within your ability. God is to God as man is to man. Not only that, You will also bring to my weary heart memories that linger in the clouds. When my heart seeks itself in the mountains, My eyes track my own image in sleeping waters; Though my yesterday died in childbirth, Only silence visits her womb, the wind blows, Let the veil gently cover her chest. Oh, yesterday!dead yesterday My divine mother in chains! What supernatural power will catch you as you fly, and feed you in a cage? Which round of scorching sun warms your chest and belly, Let you give birth to me? I do not bless you, nor will they curse you; Because you made me bear the burden of life, And I made man bear the burden of life, But I'm not as cruel as you. I, immortal, make man into a passing phantom, You, dying, made me immortal. yesterday!Dead yesterday! Will you return with a distant tomorrow, Let me take you to trial? Will you wake up with the second dawn of life, Let me erase the memory you brought from the earth and is inseparable from the earth? May you rise with the dead of the past, Till the earth chokes with its bitter fruit, All seas are stagnated and silenced by those murdered in them, Many disasters have drained the illusory fertility of the earth. third god Bros!My holy brothers! The girl has heard the song, Currently looking for job candidates. Like a surprised deer, Trek through mountains and rivers, looking around. Oh!Joy in persistent pursuit! Eyes half-closed on purpose, The smiling lips tremble, For it has a foretaste of the joy of hope! Which flower was scattered from heaven, What fire spewed from hell, Agitated the heart silenced by this voiceless joy and fear? What kind of dreams do we dream, high above us, What thought gave us to the wind, Let it awaken the slumbering valley, And keep watch in the dark? second god The holy loom to you, And the art of weaving. The loom and art shall be yours forever, The black thread and the light thread are yours, The purple and gold are yours too. But you are too stingy to give yourself a piece of clothing. Your hands weave the soul of man, With moving air and burning fire, But now you will tear the thread, Give your skilled fingers to the eternity of doing nothing. Not only that, the first God, I also give my hands to unformed eternity, Dedicate my feet to the untrodden ground. What joy is there in the songs that I often hear —before it is caught by the ear of memory, before the voice yields to the wind? My heart yearns for things it cannot imagine, I command my soul to go to the unknown, Where memories don't stay. Oh, tempt me not with honor, Nor try to comfort me with your dreams or mine; because I am everything, and all things in the world, all things that are about to take shape, Neither will confuse my soul. Oh my soul! Your countenance is silent, Behind your eyelids the shadows of night sleep soundly. But your silence is terrible, and you are terrible. third god Bros!My solemn brothers! The maiden has found the singer, She stared at his joyful face in a daze. Like a mountain leopard, She walked deftly, Walk among vines and ferns. Now, in his earnest call, He stared at her with all his heart. Oh my brothers! My absent-minded brothers! which god Passion wove these scarlet and silver webs? Which indulgent star has gone astray? Whose secret separates night from morning? And whose hand is placed upon our world? first god O my soul!My soul! You set the world on fire around me, How will I guide your progress, Where do I direct your longing? O my lonely soul! You devour yourself in hunger, You water your thirst with your own tears; For the night did not gather the dew into your cup, And the day has not brought you fruit. O my soul!My soul! Your stranded ship is full of hope, When does a gust of wind blow up the sail? What kind of surf tide can liberate the rudder? Your anchor has been raised, your wings have been spread, But the sky above you is silent, The silent sea mocks your stillness. What exactly do you and I expect? How could the universe be easier? What new intention has the sky manifested and proclaimed to you? Is the seed of your savior conceived in the womb of the holy universe, —his insight is stronger than yours, His hand shall set you free from captivity? second god Cease your eager cry, Hold back the breath of your fiery soul, For infinite ears are deaf, The sky doesn't care. we are beyond reach, We are supreme, Between us and infinite eternity, nothing but nothingness, Apart from our invisible passions, and their motives. You pray to the unknown, The unknown wraps itself in a drifting fog and resides in your soul. Yes, In your soul your Savior sleeps, In his sleep he sees what your waking eyes cannot see. That is the secret of our existence. Will you leave the unharvested crop, In a hurry to till the land of your dreams again? Why do you hide in this sparsely populated place, a desolate place, And cover yourself with your cloud, - seek you among all your followers, And look forward to the moment when I embrace you under the shade? Be patient and look down on the world. Focus on your beloved unweaned children. The earth is your dwelling place, the earth is your throne; High above man's loftiest dreams, You hold his fate in your hands. You shouldn't have abandoned him, The one who struggles to reach you out of joy and pain. You don't turn your back on him when faced with the desire in his eyes. first god Did Dawn take the Heart of Night into her heart? Or, does the sea care about its corpse? Like the dawn, my soul rises within me, Naked without any involvement. Like the never-ending ocean, My heart forsakes man and the rotten grass of the earth. I will not long for that which clings to me, I want to rise as high as I can. third god Bros!Behold, brothers! They met!Two star-like souls meet in the sky. In silence they gazed at each other, He no longer sings, But the sun-baked throat still trembles for the song; The dance of joy fell silent in her limbs, But did not fall asleep. Bros!My strange brothers! The night is getting darker, the moonlight is brighter, Between the grassland and the sea, A feverish voice calls out to you and me. second god Being, sublimating, burning in the blazing sun, live, watch in the night of the living, As Orion watches us! Hold high the crowned head to the winds that are everywhere, Healing human ailments with our tidal-free breath, The tent maker sits brightly by his loom, The potter turns his wheel indifferently, But we, sleepless omniscient ones, Freed from guesswork and speculation. We don't stop or wait to think, We are above all difficulties. Be satisfied!Let the dream go. Let's go to sea like river boats, And not hurt by the edge of the reef. When we reach her heart and blend with it, We will no longer argue and argue about tomorrow. first god oh!The never-ending agony of divination! This is the disobedience that leads day to dusk and night to dawn! This is forever a wave of memory and forgetting! This cultivation that sows destiny and reaps only hope! This monotonous and unchanging ascension that drags the ego from the dirt into the clouds! Just because of the desire for the earth, I fall with the desire for the earth, Likewise, look for clouds and mist out of a higher desire! This is an infinite measurement of time! Must my soul become the sea, Its torrents crash against each other forever, Or become a sky where winds and hurricanes race? If I were human, a blind fragment, I will be patient with all this. Or if I were God Most High, The supreme God who fills the emptiness of men and gods, I must be satisfied. But you and I are neither human nor higher than us. We are only dawn or dusk, always appearing and disappearing, Between horizon and horizon. We are but gods, supporting the world and being supported by the world, When fate blows the trumpet, voices and music come from afar, I betrayed.I would like to use up my strength. I would like to disappear far from your sight, from this silent youth — our brother — disappears from memory; He sits beside us, Gazing at the distant valley, Although his lips moved, no sound came out. third god I'm talking, my careless brothers! I do speak, but you only hear your own words. I invite you to see your glory, and mine, But you turn away, close your eyes, and shake your thrones. You emperors, wanting to rule the upper and lower realms, self-humbling god, Their yesterdays envy your tomorrows forever, self-weary god, Will vent your passion with words, Strike our planet with thunderbolts! Our feud is but the sound of the ancient lyre, The strings have long been forgotten by his fingers, He created Orion for the harp and Pleiades for the mirror. even now, When you murmur and rumble, His harp is vibrating, his burnt cords are beating, I implore you to listen to his song. behold!Man and woman, fire on fire, Blend in incandescent ecstasy. The rhizome sucks the breast of the purple earth, Brilliant flowers bloom on the breast of the sky, We are the purple breasts, We are this immortal sky. our soul, even the soul of life, Your soul and mine dwell tonight in burning throats, Clothes the maiden's carcass with dancing waves. Your kingship cannot rule this fate, Your boredom is only due to your ambition. All this is smeared in the passion of a man and a girl. second god Yes, what is the love of this man and woman? Look!How the east wind dances with her light feet, How the west wind resonates with his singing. Look!Our holy will is on the throne, When a singing soul yields to a dancing body. first god I will not look down upon the vanity of the earth, nor look down on its children in the slow pain you call love. what is love? Only the muffled drums wrapped to guide the sweet and ever-changing procession, Toward another chronic pain? I will never look down. look what's there Except the man and woman in the forest? The forest grows and seeks to trap them; They may renounce themselves, and their parents' creations, For our unborn tomorrow. third god O pain of knowledge, The starless canopy of prying and questioning, with which we cover the earth; And challenge the endurance of human beings! We put a thing of wax under a stone, Say, this is a pottery, Let it seek its doom in the dirt. We will hold a flame in our hands, Said in the heart, this is the fragment of our way home, The breath that escapes from our breath, now between our hands and our lips, Become a more intense fragrance. god of the earth my brothers! Even on the mountaintops we are bound by the earth, Through man's longing for a golden age in human destiny. Shall our wisdom draw beauty from his eyes? Will our normative restraints restrain his passions, which become quiet, or tend towards ours? How would your rational army garrison its soldiers in love? And how does love station its ranks in them? Those who are conquered by love, On them galloped the chariot of love from sea to mountain, From the mountains to the sea, They stood, until now still in a shy half embrace. In petals they breathe the divine fragrance, Soul to soul, they seek the soul of life, On their eyelids lies a prayer towards you and towards me. Love is a night bowed to the holy boudoir, It is a land that turns the grassland into a kingdom of heaven, Turn all the stars into a sky of fireflies. Verily, we transcend all, We are supreme. But love transcends our doubts, It soars above our song. second god Hurt looking for a distant star, but don't want to think about it The star where your body lives? the universe has no center Except where ego joins ego, Beauty was the place of the witnesses and priests. Notice!Beauty falls between our feet, Beauty fills our hands to shame our lips. The most distant is the nearest. Where beauty lingers is where everything is. O dreamy proud brother! Come back to us from the edge of Time Oak! Free your feet from timeless and timeless, Live with us in safety. This dwelling has been built, brick by stone, by your hands and ours. Take off your cloak of worry and walk with us, Be masters of the green, warm young earth. first god Altar of eternity! Do you really need a god to be your sacrifice tonight? So now, here I am, to dedicate my passion and my pain. look! The dancer, carved out of our ancient desires, The singer is singing my own song in the wind. In that dance, in that song, a god was slain within me. The divine mind hidden in my chest and ribs is calling for my divine mind floating in the atmosphere. The abyss of humanity that troubles me calls out to divinity, The beauty we have sought from the beginning calls out to divinity, Listen, I have weighed this cry, and now I obey. Beauty is a way to the self that kills itself, Strike your strings, I will go this way, It leads forever to another dawn. third god Love wins! The pure white and tender green of love lie by the lake, Love's pride and majesty in tower or balcony; Love in the garden or in the desert desert, Love is our king and master It is not the wanton exhaustion of the flesh, nor the collapse of desire — when desire wrestles with ego; Nor is it the body that takes up arms against the soul. Love never rebels. It left for the sacred forest a path trodden by ancient fates, Sing and dance its secrets in the face of eternity. Love is youth freed from chains, Men are freed from the mire, The woman is warmed by the fire, By the flames of a sky higher than our heaven. Love is a series of laughter in the heart. It's a wild rush, Calm you so you wake up. It is another new dawn on the land, One that has not yet reached your eyes, Has reached the day of its greater heart. Bros!my brothers! The bride comes from the heart of the dawn, The bridegroom came from dusk.A wedding is taking place in the valley, a day so vast that it is too rich to describe. second god it goes like this, from the first morning Pushing the plains to mountains and valleys, it goes like this, Until the last sunset. Our roots have sprouted flying branches in the valley, We are the flowers of the song that ascended to the heights. The eternal and the dying are twin rivers calling to the sea. There is no void between calling and calling, The void exists only in the ear. Time makes our hearing more reliable, And give it more desire. Only a dying doubt can silence the sound, We are beyond doubt. Humans are children of our younger hearts. Humans are gods slowly emerging; Between his joy and pain, Lying our sleep, and its dreams. first god Let the singers sing, Let the dancer spin her feet, give me a moment's satisfaction, Let my soul rest tonight. Occasionally I may slumber, slumber, and gaze upon a brighter world and beings that give my mind more astral light. third god now i will get up, Free yourself from time and space, I will dance on the untrodden land, The dancer's feet will dance with my feet; I will sing in the higher skies, Human voices will tremble in my voice. We shall pass through the twilight and perhaps wake up at the dawn of another world. But love lives on, its fingerprints will not be erased. Blessed furnace burns, sparks fly, Every spark is a sun to us, The most correct and wisest move is to: Find a shaded corner, and sleep in the divinity of our earth, Let love, human and fragile, To govern the days to come.