ODE
(in ancient meter)
Hardly
had I thought I should learn to perish;
Ever young, enwrapped in my robe I wandered,
Raising dreamy eyes to the star styled often
Solitude's symbol.
All at once, however, you crossed my
pathway -
Suffering - you, painfully sweet, yet torture...
To the less I drank the delight of dying -
Pitiless torment.
Sadly racked, I'm burning alive like
Nessus,
Or like Hercules by his garment poisoned;
Nor can I extinguish my flames with every
Billow of oceans.
By my own ilussion consumed I'm
wailing
On my own grim pyre in flames I'm melting...
Can I hope to rise again like the Phoenix
Bird from the ashes?
May all tempting eyes vanish from my
pathway
Come back to my breast, you indifferent sorrow!
So that I may quietly die, restore me
To my own being!
English
version by Andrei Bantas
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