Chapter 3 bless

When the poet obeys the will of the Almighty God When appearing in this tired world, His terrified mother turned to God who had mercy on her He clenched his fists and cursed endlessly: "Ah! rather give birth to coiled adders, Don't support this shameful thing! Curse the ephemeral joys of that night, It caused my womb to conceive this sin offering of mine! "Since you picked me out of all women, The husband who made me distraught hated me ever since, Since I can't wait to see this little monster Like a love letter into the blazing fire, "I put the unbearable resentment against you that weighed on my heart

To this accursed tool that embodies your malice, I twist this worthless tree to death, Keep her from sprouting the germs that spread the plague! " She suppressed the waves of resentment in her heart like this, Just because I don't understand the eternal intention of the sky She was punished in the depths of hell The stake for the crime of motherhood stacks the firewood with his own hands. However, thanks to the invisible blessing of the angel, The disinherited child revels in the sun's caress, He found that all the delicacies he ate and all the wine he drank It turned out to be the food of the gods and bright red fairy dew.

He played with the wind, he confides in the clouds, He sings on the way to the cross, with great excitement; the holy spirit who accompanied him on his pilgrimage Seeing him as happy as a forest bird, I couldn't help crying. All those he longed to love watched his action with trepidation, Or, emboldened by his gentleness, Trying my best to compare who is good at making him cry out in pain, They tried to abuse him one after another. They put them in the bread and wine that belonged to him Spread a layer of ashes and spit out a few mouthfuls of dirty phlegm; What he touched they falsely discarded;

They blamed each other even for stepping in his footsteps. His wife kept threatening in public: "Since he regards me as a country and city that can teach him to ecstasy, I'll have to learn how the ancient idols are well-groomed, I want someone to put gold dust all over me like they did. "I will be intoxicated with cinnamon, frankincense, wine, food With flattering servile servants, I want to know if I can get from the heart of my admirer Assert the homage that enshrines me like a god with a happy face! "Once you get tired of acting this kind of outrageous farce,

I pressed my weak but strong hand to his chest; I stab at him with my nails like Harpius' claws, Self will open a way, has been caught in his heart. "I'll take that blood-red heart out of his breast, As if pulling out a quivering chick, I'll throw it on the ground with contempt, Let my pets eat their fill! " The poised poet stretches his devout arms to heaven, From the sky he saw a radiant throne, Innumerable bolts of lightning from his waking mind Faded from his sight the faces of the raging crowd: "Oh, God, I am grateful for your kindness, you have made me suffer

Suffering, and suffering is the panacea for our corrupt morality, Suffering is the essence of par excellence, of incomparable purity, Enough to inspire strong and unyielding people to meet the divine joy! "In the ranks of the holy legion that are truly marching to happiness, I know you reserve a seat for poets, I know you're inviting him to attend angels That eternal banquet. "I know that pain is the only noble emotion, Neither the world nor hell can ever extinguish the light of this sentiment, I know, to weave my mystical laurel wreath, It is necessary to accumulate the power of all ages and the entire universe.

"However, even if you inlaid ancient Palmyra with your own hands, The lost treasure, the pearl of the sea and metals the world has never seen, to weave my dizzying, The dainty, glittering laurel wreath does not help, "For my laurels are woven only of pure splendor, This radiance comes from the furnace that refines the primordial light, And eyes that will end in darkness, even if they were once radiant. It is but a dim and dejected mirror! "