The Solace of the Night Sky |
Dževad Karahasan * 25 January 1953
Shout, shout, up with your song!
Cry with the wind, for the dawn is breaking;
March, march, swing you along,
Wide blows our banner, and hope is waking.
Song with its story, dreams with their glory
Lo! they call, and glad is their word!
Loud and louder it swells,
Thunder of freedom, the voice of the Lord!
Long, long—we in the past
Cowered in dread from the light of heaven,
Strong, strong—stand we at last,
Fearless in faith and with sight new given.
Strength with its beauty, Life with its duty,
(Hear the voice, oh hear and obey!)
These, these—beckon us on!
Open your eyes to the blaze of day.
Comrades—ye who have dared
First in the battle to strive and sorrow!
Scorned, spurned—naught have ye cared,
Raising your eyes to a wider morrow,
Ways that are weary, days that are dreary,
Toil and pain by faith ye have borne;
Hail, hail—victors ye stand,
Wearing the wreath that the brave have worn!
Life, strife—those two are one,
Naught can ye win but by faith and daring.
On, on—that ye have done
But for the work of today preparing.
Firm in reliance, laugh a defiance,
(Laugh in hope, for sure is the end)
March, march—many as one,
Shoulder to shoulder and friend to friend.
The March of the Women
Ethel Smith (22 April 1858 – 8 May 1944)
Cicely Hamilton (15 June 1872 – 6 December 1952)
The Noise of Time |
Julian Barnes *19 January 1949
Patrice Lumumba (2 July 1925 – 17 January 1961)
All the HemispheresLeave the familiar for a while.Let your senses and bodies stretch out
Like a welcomed seasonOnto the meadows and shores and hills.
Open up to the Roof.Make a new water-mark on your excitementAnd love.Like a blooming night flower,Bestow your vital fragrance of happinessAnd givingUpon our intimate assembly.
Change rooms in your mind for a day.
All the hemispheres in existenceLie beside an equatorIn your heart.
Greet YourselfIn your thousand other formsAs you mount the hidden tide and travelBack home.All the hemispheres in heavenAre sitting around a fireChattingWhile stitching themselves togetherInto the Great Circle inside ofYou.
From: 'The Subject Tonight is Love'
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky
Hafez (1316 – 1390)
* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.
The day before reading this and this
I had read the following about
Efficacy of the Death Penalty
Thucydides 3.45.3-7 (speech of Diodotus on the fate of the Mytilenaeans; tr. C.F. Smith):
[3] All men are by nature
prone to err, both in private and in public life, and
there is no law which will prevent them; in fact,
mankind has run the whole gamut of penalties,
making them more and more severe, in the hope
that the transgressions of evil-doers might be abated.
It is probable that in ancient times the penalties
prescribed for the greatest offences were relatively
mild, but as transgressions still occurred, in course of
time the penalty was seldom less than death. But
even so there is still transgression.
[4] Either, then,
some terror more dreadful than death must be
discovered, or we must own that death at least is no
prevention. Nay, men are lured into hazardous
enterprises by the constraint of poverty, which
makes them bold, by the insolence and pride of
affluence, which makes them greedy, and by the
various passions engendered in the other conditions
of human life as these are severally mastered by
some mighty and irresistible impulse.
[5] Then, too,
Hope and Desire are everywhere; Desire leads, Hope
attends; Desire contrives the plan, Hope suggests
the facility of fortune; the two passions are most
baneful, and being unseen phantoms prevail over
seen dangers.
[6] Besides these, fortune contributes in
no less degree to urge men on; for she sometimes
presents herself unexpectedly and thus tempts men
to take risks even when their resources are inadequate, and states even more than men, inasmuch as
the stake is the greatest of all — their own freedom
or empire over others — and the individual, when
supported by the whole people, unreasonably overestimates his own strength.
[7]
In a word, it is impossible, and a mark of extreme simplicity, for
anyone to imagine that when human nature is wholeheartedly bent on any
undertaking it can be diverted
from it by rigorous laws or by any other terror.
Thucydides (ca. 490 – 429 BCE)
with thanks to Michael Gilleland at Laudator Temporis Acti