Nest for Mother and Father
Nest for Mother and Father
1.
From the eye sockets radiates light,
mother, towards darkness, your journey,
do you see, without pain it has passed,
unhappily, associating with the impure!
Father, with tranquility, brighten your face,
dispel tears far, far away,
do not worry about our fate,
someone watches over us and loves us!
His name, dear ones, I do not know,
but I whisper, I feel the grace,
believe, do not sway, do not falter!
This night is not an eternity of wandering,
the day will come, and the long-awaited mercy
on the wings of justice, a drop of hope to hearts!
2.
On the wings of justice, a drop of hope to hearts,
words from the unfathomable heights to mortals,
air and frost, warmth and justice's flakes
will whiten and above you, dear martyrs!
Who gave me breath?
Whom did my eyes first see?
Who chased fear away from my path
when doubts and trials tread on my soul?
The answer is carved in your good hearts!
May your love not yield to screams
of death and all its illusions;
You raised my mind and body,
dispelled the darkness, bestowed purity, white,
your hands did not give in to bitter shadows!
3.
Your hands did not give in to bitter shadows!
A shield of love you have made,
cleared the poison that flows in veins,
dispelled all pains and sorrows from me!
Now, when dark clouds press upon our lives,
our home, everything we have,
a son has woven a nest for you
and dispels all the fears that haunt you!
You, now my little birds,
This eagle is not afraid
of the impure and the evil!
Feathers work wonders for you,
and words fly for your peace, everywhere!
The verse dispels darkness and night!
4.
The verse dispels darkness and night,
rhyme has laid branches low,
lifted all verses above the demons
a soul, which has settled in your new home!
All our days are my wings
carrying unforeseen strength,
I am the master in this world of horrors,
and the strike of heights mows down the lows!
Close your eyes, dear mother,
sleep, my good father,
let your dreams not fear!
Purity of the heart will heal,
the lament that grips you inside,
sleep without worries, while angels sing!
5.
Sleep without worries, while angels sing,
far above earthly injustices and troubles,
you have earned this peace, both of you,
God's hand blesses and caresses you!
I stand guard, these eyes defy night and day,
guarding the sanctity of your breaths,
nourishing you with tears that bring songs,
soothing your unrest with the moonlit breath!
And when I am not with you,
darkness will not tread upon the home,
nor will human evil touch you!
In your chests is the fire of eternity,
in your deeds, the flame of innocence!
Whoever you are, you must step back!
6.
Whoever you are, you must step back,
her vision you cannot take,
whoever you are, you cannot touch
the pain in her tender womb!
Blood colors the blue canvas,
claws and beak tear my heart apart,
the sun blinds you with darkness, golden,
the depths pull you into their abyss!
Victory is not final,
I know, I am mortal,
but I will not step back without a fight!
I fall, rise, awaken new strength!
No, I have no right to judge anyone!
Only the wings of love move me!
7.
Only the wings of love move me,
and that "only" is the purity within you,
and even when delusions approach
salvation is always there, beloved, in you!
As high as it soars,
sometimes it knows how to plummet,
but this bird does not worry
it will not retreat when weakness arrives!
I watch you, you have closed your eyes to the sea,
I circle above you, the dawn is still far away,
masters of darkness, and dark apparitions!
I wait, I listen, I sense their coming,
threats and hatred, their howls and rage,
but these are specters, lonely and mournful!
8.
But these are specters, lonely and mournful,
phantoms, without peace and home,
in these moments gloomy and late
I pity the eternal fracture of their souls!
The candle is burning, in the eyes, the fire of grace,
you wander in the mud of this world, poor ones,
your destiny weaves the clothes of parting
spirits tormented, hungry for grace!
Do not disturb the peace of the heights,
walk your path, do not stop,
my dear ones are now caressed by sleep!
Warmth has embraced them,
the tenderness of the heart surrounds them,
tranquility reigns over them!
9.
Tranquility reigns over them,
branches scattered beneath them,
the thoughts of the son have descended
to gently drop pine needles.
My eyes watch tearfully,
two dreaming souls, dearest...
Why do melancholic suspicions plague me?
Why do anxieties haunt me even in sacred peace?
Everything is transient, someone said,
and this evening is already ending,
the day of parting is approaching...
"You unbeliever!" Anger wakes me,
hope sets out towards faith...
Why do grains of time continue to slide?!
10.
Why do grains of time continue to slide?!
My flight has no answer,
ignorance slides into the unfathomable mystery,
my tired head falls into slumber.
"Open your eyes!" Wakefulness startles me,
in them, you reflect, the only ones,
I understand that in the boundless moment
it is enough that you are serene!
The illness that gnaws at our bodies
weaves for us heavy parting garments!
How can I stop the weaver!?
You are so gentle, tired, fragile,
I feel the breath of transience, and the murmur of death,
I will not let you fall into its hands!
11.
I will not let you fall into its hands!
I wonder nothing here,
She does not ask for me to give or permit,
nor can this nest do anything to her!
Her breath follows me,
but tonight she bypassed our world,
though I know she will come, and my veins freeze,
perhaps tonight she has gone to someone else!
Selfish, heartless scoundrel?
No, the mother wants to rock her child forever
in the warm embrace, the cradle of the heart;
The father wants to follow the child for a long time
while it branches and leaves,
and the child has the right to beat for them!
12.
And the child has the right to beat for them!
To shine with peace over their home,
to sparkle with pride around the parents
while the fledgling grows in an honorable part!
This fledgling is now the master of heights
while the parents stumble and wane,
new nestlings are not the joy and truth of their eyes,
only the child can whisper: "I love you."
In the mirror of future days,
wings are full of painful wounds...
Age tramples all of us!;
Premonitions of endings circulate,
we are blessed but also cursed by life;
Stronger than love is the voice of age!
13.
Stronger than love, the voice of age!
Mother, father, slide,
I know I will have to part with you
however much you hide it, unconsciously you admit it!
The nest, I've raised it on a harsh rock,
human hands cannot touch it,
I want, but I cannot escape the cruel fate
wherever we are, it will find us!
They say order must be respected,
age is the first to befriend cancer,
and what can your fledgling do, how can it help?
My wings are small, restrained,
the power of foresight torn from my eyes!;
How much longer until it reaches you?
14.
How much longer until it reaches you?
No, I no longer want those thoughts in my mind,
we are together, no matter how much longer it lasts
your fledgling descends to the fields, into the forest;
Just a few more twigs to pick
to fill the nest for you,
a flower to gather the soul's visions
as long as the morning awakens your voice!
Claws tear through the endless blue,
I land on your mind and body,
not waking, not disturbing your sleep.
Above the nest, I have lowered my wings,
and I would say nothing more
than to wait for the day to awaken you!
15.
From the eye sockets radiates light,
mother, towards darkness, your journey,
do you see, without pain, it has passed,
unhappily, associating with the impure!
Father, with tranquility, brighten your face,
dispel tears far, far away...
do not worry about our fate,
someone watches over us and loves us!
His name, dear ones, you know,
you feel the whisper of grace,
believe, do not waver, do not falter!
The night is not eternity of wandering,
in the nest of our souls, whispers,
even when doubt crushes, do not give up!
Igor Tintor
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