June 15, 2017
Why Do I Still Love This People and Stubbornly Live Out My Days Here?
Because Mihai Eminescu.
“When there was no death, nor anything immortal, Nor the seed of light, the giver of life, There was no today, no tomorrow, no yesterday, no always, For all things were one, and the whole was one; When the earth, the sky, the air, the whole world Were of the number of those that never were, Then wast Thou alone — so that I ask within myself: Who, then, is the god to whom we bow our hearts? He alone stood as god before ever the gods were, And out of the waste of waters gave power to the spark; He gives the gods their soul, and the world its happiness, He is the wellspring of salvation for mankind: Lift up your hearts! Bring Him your song, He is the death of death and the resurrection of life! And He it was who gave me eyes to see the light of day, And filled my heart with the enchantments of mercy; In the roaring of the winds I have heard His going, And in the voice borne upon song I felt His tender verse. And yet, besides all this, I beg one thing more: That He grant me entrance into the everlasting rest! That He curse whosoever shall take pity on me, That He bless the man who tramples me, That He hearken to every mouth that would laugh me to scorn, That He put strength into the arm that would strike me dead, And that he become the first among men Who snatches from me even the stone I lay beneath my head.”
(*Prayer of a Dacian*, Mihai Eminescu)
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