WHY WAS THE EARTH CREATED?
Why was the sky created, stars beyond stars shaping galaxies,countless; in the infinite farness, unbounded, undefined courses, directions, their numbers varying, made and destroyed; light borne from light, darkness from darkness, one in pursuit of the other, the splendid shooting stars; fire, all fire ahead,the past, all ice, just ice; in truth, all a farce,a game of deception, all but the gravity, But this was enough, so why the earth, why was it created; the atmosphere, the wind, mountains and oceans, fruits, flowers, fields and forests, innumerable birds and animals, water full of fish of all sizes, for the big to eat the small, the stronger to swallow the weak; this animal of reason, the human, leading the beasts, arrogantly bearing his body on his feet; his faces so many: protective and kindlike the cool shadeor harsh and fierce like the sun’s heat; bound in alliance with alternating chains of kindness and cruelty, of love and hate; bound in alliance with fate, the son of Adam the daughter of Eve, distressing, tormenting fate; ever-changing ethics of falsehood and truth; alarmed by deceit, this creature, confounded and helpless, errant and lost. Much was created,so then why me; why my discerning mind opened to the mystery of time and space, the known, the hidden,the ever-present, the realm of doubt and faith, the expanse of the heavens above. Laying bare the secret, why was I then, instead of the earth prompted to look at the sky? PUNISHMENT Go! see the faces of those who hate! Their eyes are the portals of hell; From fires that burn in their dungeons The walls of their hearts are soot-black. See those faces whose teeth peep from their mouths and when they talk, From their lips froth comes forth For whom, to face truth is impossible, Who trample flowers to forge ahead, On whose skylights, never do birds sit and sing, In whose courtyards sunshine and rains lose their virtue; whose tongues are unacquainted with joyful words Whose words collide with the ears of the good ones and become stone: They who celebrate the death of other people,s happiness, Release dogs on supplicants and On their doors swith grotesque colours paint skulls: Go--- see their faces! From today, you are one with them !! |
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