Ch 30a. The clamor of warfare

Below is an old post which seems to belong in this progression.

It is a poem written by my friend Henry, which I’ve translated into English.

In the previous version of this post I spent a lot digital real estate space trying to explain it, to share the significance of it, all of which now seems superfluous.

So, here it is on its own.



Clamor de guerra a la luz
 By: Henry Pacheco
  
 El alma vacío su llanto en la sed de las pupilas idolatradas;
 Un montón de vidas maniatadas,
 Destruyendo el decoro del universo.
 He aquí un híbrido de la luz, la oscuridad, a veces bueno otras perverso.
 Locura desenfrenada abre las puertas de los misterios.
 Ángeles pecadores entrando al infierno;
 desorden mundial, oscuridad, panico, miedo.
 Diluvio bendito siente en las entrañas de la tierra,
 la lava, el fuego, la luz, el viento.
 Regeneración, resurrección al te quiero.
 Príncipe de la luz, despoja a tu princesa de su hipócrita velo.
 Hagase a la luz nuevamente.
 Creador divino,
 Muestrame tu camino.
 Pájaro de amor,
 Canta de alegría tu humilde trino.
 Siembra rosas, girasoles en el patio de tu vecino
 Luz a la vida, vida a la luz.
 Guerrero de mil batallas,
 Liberate de la cruz.
 Sucio el mendigo, limpia tus harapos de esclavitud
 Rompe el llanto, las cadenas, prende las velas, incendia el manto
 Clamor de guerra a la luz.
 Lloro, canto.
  
  
  
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 The clamor of warfare 
 By: Henry Pacheco (translated by me).
  
 The soul emptied its weeping in the thirst of worshiping pupils;
 Innumerable lifetimes bound up together,
 Destroying the decorum of the universe.
 Here a hybrid of light, darkness; at times good, at others evil.
 Unbridled madness opening the portals to the mysteries.
 Sinful angels entering into hell; world disorder, darkness, panic, fear.
 A blessed flood felt in the bowels of the earth, the lava, the fire, the light, the wind.
 Regeneration, resurrection at “I love you.”
 Prince of light, strip your princess of her hypocritical veil.
 Return yourself to the light once again.
 Divine creator,
 Show me your way.
 Bird of love,
 Sing of joy your humble trill.
 Sow roses, sunflowers in your neighbor's yard.
 Light to life, life to light.
 Warrior of a thousand battles,
 Liberate yourself from the cross.
 Filthy that beggar, clean your rags of serfdom.
 Break the weeping, the shackles,
 light the candles, torch the mantle.
 The clamor of warfare into the light.
 I cry, I sing.