Chapter 2 God of the Earth (Part 2)

third god Bros!My awesome brothers! Youth is singing three times deeper, 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 will your stranded ship, full of hope, come to blow its sails? What kind of surf tide can liberate the rudder? 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, But the sky above you is silent, and the silent sea mocks your stillness. What exactly do you and I expect? What exactly do you and I expect?How could the universe be easier? What new intention has the sky manifested and proclaimed to you? 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 insight is stronger than yours, His hand will release you from prison