He too, punished by the horrible
images of Hades, by the Sphinx
and by his desire for the virgin
Euridice, he too, exiled from life
and from joy came and said
“embrace me and listen to my music,
oh pure, innocent and great forests”
and we held him tightly in our
bosom and the sound of his
chirping lyre we took deep in
our hearts where it became our
dream and pure enchantment
and we became a temple and
he turned out to be a hymnist and
the prophet of God’s harmony
and all creation around him from
the treetops to bottom grew up
and rose higher because of his
song; and the granite and old
boulders stirred too like bushes
and our bodies grew wings.
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