Lyra Celtica
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anna_earwenЕще одно стихотворение из сборника кельтской поэзии "Lyra Celtica", которым мне хочется поделиться.
Saint Columba
Columcille fecit
Delightful would it be to me to be in Uchd Ailiun
On the pinnacle of a rock,
That I might often see
The face of the ocean;
That I might see its heaving waves
Over the wide ocean,
When they chant music to their Father
Upon the world's course;
That I might see its level sparkling strand,
It would be no cause of sorrow;
That I might hear the song of the wonderful birds,
Source of happiness;
That I might hear the thunder of the crowding waves
Upon the rocks;
That I might hear the roar by the side of the church
Of the surrounding sea;
That I might see its noble flocks
Over the watery ocean;
That I might see the sea-monsters,
The greatest of all wonders;
That I might see its ebb and flood
In their career;
That my mystical name might be, I say,
Cul ri Erin; (*)
That contrition might come upon my heart
Upon looking at her;
That I might bewail my evils all,
Though it were difficult to compute them;
That I might bless the Lord
Who conserves all,
Heaven with its countless bright orders,
Land, strand and flood;
That I might search the books all,
That would be good for my soul;
At times kneeling to beloved Heaven;
At times psalm singing;
At times contemplating the King of Heaven,
Holy the chief;
At times at work without compulsion,
This would be delightful.
At times plucking duilisc from the rocks;
At times at fishing;
At times giving food to the poor;
At times in a carcair: (**)
The best advice in the presence of God
To me has been vouchsafed.
The King whose servant I am will not let
Anything deceive me.
__________________________________________
(*) That is, "Back turned to Ireland."
(**) Solitary cell.
Продолжение следует.
Saint Columba
Columcille fecit
Delightful would it be to me to be in Uchd Ailiun
On the pinnacle of a rock,
That I might often see
The face of the ocean;
That I might see its heaving waves
Over the wide ocean,
When they chant music to their Father
Upon the world's course;
That I might see its level sparkling strand,
It would be no cause of sorrow;
That I might hear the song of the wonderful birds,
Source of happiness;
That I might hear the thunder of the crowding waves
Upon the rocks;
That I might hear the roar by the side of the church
Of the surrounding sea;
That I might see its noble flocks
Over the watery ocean;
That I might see the sea-monsters,
The greatest of all wonders;
That I might see its ebb and flood
In their career;
That my mystical name might be, I say,
Cul ri Erin; (*)
That contrition might come upon my heart
Upon looking at her;
That I might bewail my evils all,
Though it were difficult to compute them;
That I might bless the Lord
Who conserves all,
Heaven with its countless bright orders,
Land, strand and flood;
That I might search the books all,
That would be good for my soul;
At times kneeling to beloved Heaven;
At times psalm singing;
At times contemplating the King of Heaven,
Holy the chief;
At times at work without compulsion,
This would be delightful.
At times plucking duilisc from the rocks;
At times at fishing;
At times giving food to the poor;
At times in a carcair: (**)
The best advice in the presence of God
To me has been vouchsafed.
The King whose servant I am will not let
Anything deceive me.
__________________________________________
(*) That is, "Back turned to Ireland."
(**) Solitary cell.
Продолжение следует.
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Date: 2007-09-23 04:52 pm (UTC)Тоже любишь думать, глядя на океан?
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Date: 2007-09-24 10:12 pm (UTC)Не столько океан... Сколько нравится отношение поэта к жизни. Очень правильно-поэтично-мудрое.
st. Columcille
Date: 2007-10-13 01:45 pm (UTC)Сладостно было б в родимом краю,
на бреге скалистом
Видеть, бросая взгляд с вышины,
лик океана;
Видеть, как волны седые играют
широкими водами,
Гимн воспевая под ветром могучим
Отцу, что создал их;
Видеть, как пенные брызги взлетают
радостно к небу;
Видеть, как птицы летят к облакам
с песнями дивными;
Видеть, как бьется прибой океанский
о крепкие скалы;
Видеть, как высится церковь моя
средь рева морского;
Видеть, как скачут барашки по волнам,
на водах пасутся;
Видеть, как чудища бездны морской
из пучин поднимаются;
Видеть, как в море прилив и отлив
друг друга сменяют.
Именем новым окрестят меня ―
«В отчизну Вернувшийся».
В сердце мое раскаянье внидет
о зле, что свершил я,
Буду в молитвах прощенья просить
о грехах несчислимых.
Буду в молитвах Господа славить,
жизнь Даровавшего
Небу высокому, крепкой земле
и бескрайнему морю.
Многие книги желал бы прочесть ―
для души то полезно;
В песнях прославить Бога, Кому
отдано сердце,
Разумом хитрым пытаться объять
Божье величие,
Руками работать до пота седьмого,
но без принужденья,
Еду добывать, рыбачить, иль бедным
помощь оказывать,
Или же в келье над книгой склониться,
молитве предаться.
Пред ликом Господним в молитве стоял я,
и слово услышал:
Бог, которому я служу,
Меня не оставит.
parcifal@ukr.net
Re: st. Columcille
Date: 2007-10-14 07:09 pm (UTC)simulation de rachat de credit
Date: 2011-04-30 04:05 am (UTC)Meilleur taux (http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meilleurtaux) ou au Rachat de Credit (http://www.rachatdecredit.net)