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The Word

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Long ago, when the world unfolded,
As Almighty God would drop His face,
With the word the burning sun was halted
And the cities would be laid to waste.

And the eagle would be stopped from flying,
And the stars clung to the moon in fright,
If abruptly, like a scarlet fire,
The word drifted in the heavens' heights.

But on earth the numbers were created,
Like the cattle yoked and confined,
For the numbers always clearly stated
Every shade of meaning they defined.

And they gray-haired patriarch, contented
To have settled good and evil for himself,
When with the sound's mystery presented,
In the sand drew numbers with his staff.

But we have lost within the dark oblivion
The lucid truth amidst our earthly lot,
For in the Gospel, that by John was given,
It was stated that the Word was God.

And the word has now been inserted
In the confines of the worldly shell,
And like dead bees within a hive deserted,
Lifeless words give off a foul smell.


Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Евгений Бонвер
    The Word
  • Дон Магер
    The Word
  • Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    The Word
  • Алексей Романовский
    The Name
  • Дуглас Мессерли
    Words
  • Эдуард Лефинов
    The Word
  • Венгерский
    Иштван Бака
    Az ige
  • Испанский
    Хорхе Бустаманте Гарсия
    La palabra
  • Хосе Матео, Ксения Дьяконова
    La palabra
  • Итальянский
    Амедео Анелли
    La parola
  • Китайский
    Хан Ли
    词语
  • Литовский
    Гинтарас Патацкас
    Žodis
  • Немецкий
    Натка-Хатифнатка
    Das Wort
  • Ирмгард Вилле
    Das Wort
  • Эрик Бёрнер
    Das wort
  • Польский
    Тадеуш Рубникович
    Słowo
  • Лежек Энгелькинг
    Słowo
  • Словацкий
    Ян Квапил
    Slovo
  • Украинский
    Максим Стриха
    Слово
  • Наталия Горишная
    Слово
  • Белорусский
    Василий Зуёнок
    Слова

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