Donald Traxler's Poetry: September 2018

Sunday, September 30, 2018

dodaquasgvi / ᏙᏓᏆᏍᎬᎢ

dodaquasgvi gesvase soi
igadi navnigesdi utloyi,
aseno uwasa galvdolagesdi
ugodesdi eluwei.

ᏙᏓᏆᏍᎬᎢ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᏐᎢ
ᎢᎦᏗ ᎾᎥᏂᎨᏍᏗ ᎤᏠᏱ,
ᎠᏎᏃ ᎤᏩᏌ ᎦᎸᏙᎳᎨᏍᏗ
ᎤᎪᏕᏍᏗ ᎡᎷᏪᎢ.

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Occipit IV - Later I Learned in Meticulous Verse

Later I learned in meticulous verse,
Before there were Brahmi lines.
My memory held all science and art,
And holds it still in part.

Occipit III - Naked I Lived Among the Trees

Naked I lived among the trees,
With a language long since gone.
Of politics I had no need,
I could not write or read.

Occipit II - And Hebrew, Too, Is Mine to Know

And Hebrew, too, is mine to know,
It does not strain the soul.
The cap I wore has been mislaid,
But the memory lives somehow.

Occipit I - That I Lived in a Latin Time

That I lived in a Latin time
Is a truth that cannot be doubted.
By that fact no root is routed,
Nor other tongue is slighted.

Saturday, September 29, 2018

#mpy

It takes one hell of a photographer
to do anything with this model.
Master of the loo selfie.

Gymnosophia LXX - Seventy-six Years

Seventy-six years are just
a decoration
on this cake
of many thousands.
I am not yet
full.

Gymnosophia LXIX - I'll Celebrate

I'll celebrate my seventy-six years,
and why not?
I'm older but wiser,
still healthy,
still ready
for whatever
is coming.
There is no way to prepare
for anything,
except the lessons
of these years,
and of
millennia.

gesvase agasgvhi dodaquidena sunalei (translation)

gesvase agasgvhi dodaquidena sunalei.
aya tla aduladase anagisdi doyehi.
aseno aya aduladase higa sunale-alisdayvdine.
aya gayula agvsquosdise teligodine,
noquu aya, adawehi, ase advhisdodi
atlisdodine udatanv vhnai.

ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᎦᏍᎬᎯ ᏙᏓᏈᏕᎾ ᏑᎾᎴᎢ.
ᎠᏯ Ꮭ ᎠᏚᎳᏓᏎ ᎠᎾᎩᏍᏗ ᏙᏰᎯ.
ᎠᏎᏃ ᎠᏯ ᎠᏚᎳᏓᏎ ᎯᎦ ᏑᎾᎴ-ᎠᎵᏍᏓᏴᏗᏁ.
ᎠᏯ ᎦᏳᎳ ᎠᎬᏍᏉᏍᏗᏎ ᏖᎵᎪᏗᏁ,
ᏃᏊ ᎠᏯ, ᎠᏓᏪᎯ, ᎠᏎ ᎠᏛᎯᏍᏙᏗ
ᎠᏟᏍᏙᏗᏁ ᎤᏓᏔᏅ ᎥᎿᎢ.

It's a rainy Saturday morning.
I don't want to go out.
But I want to eat breakfast.
I've already washed the dishes,
now I, magician, must produce
a bowl of fruit.

gesvase agasgvhi dodaquidena sunalei / ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᎦᏍᎬᎯ ᏙᏓᏈᏕᎾ ᏑᎾᎴᎢ

Friday, September 28, 2018

uyelvha agadohvsdi 23 - aya iyuquu-nigalisdi / ᎤᏰᎸᎭ ᎠᎦᏙᎲᏍᏗ 23 - ᎠᏯ ᎢᏳᏊ-ᏂᎦᎵᏍᏗ

ᎠᏯ ᎢᏳᏊ-ᏂᎦᎵᏍᏗ ᎠᎩᏍᏓᏎ ᎠᏓᏅᏖᏗᏱ ᎥᏓᏘᏃᎯᏎᏗᏗᏁ ᎾᏍᎩ-ᎠᏂᏰᎸᏍᎬ ᎢᏳᏍᏗᏗ Ꮎ ᎠᏯ Ꮭ ᏰᎵᏊᏎ ᎠᎦᏔᎯ. ᎯᎠ ᎤᏩᏌ ᎪᎯᏳᏙᏓᏎ Ꮎ ᏖᎴᏆᏘᏯ* ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᏙᎯᏳ.

UA22 - igvyi tsisqua (translation)

ᎢᎬᏱ ᏥᏍᏆ ᎠᎩᏍᏗᏯᏎ ᏥᏍᎪᏯᏁ, ᎠᎴ ᎤᎵᏌᎳᏙᏗᏔ ᏅᏓ ᏰᎵᏈᏍᏓᏎ ᎾᏍᎩᏁ. ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎪᏢᎯ ᎢᎪᎯᏓ ᎢᎬᏩᏓᎴᎩ ᎾᏍᎩᎭᎢ.

igv⁠yi⁠ ⁠tsi⁠s⁠qua⁠ ⁠a⁠gi⁠s⁠di⁠ya⁠se⁠ ⁠tsi⁠s⁠go⁠ya⁠ne⁠,⁠ ⁠a⁠le⁠ ⁠u⁠li⁠sa⁠la⁠do⁠di⁠ta⁠ ⁠nv⁠da⁠ ⁠ye⁠li⁠qui⁠s⁠da⁠se⁠ ⁠na⁠s⁠gi⁠ne⁠. ⁠ ⁠ge⁠sv⁠a⁠se⁠ ⁠go⁠tlv⁠hi⁠ ⁠i⁠go⁠hi⁠da⁠ ⁠i⁠gv⁠wa⁠da⁠le⁠gi⁠ ⁠na⁠s⁠gi⁠ha⁠i⁠.

The early bird gets the worm, and the risen sun makes it possible. There is a correct time for everything.

uyelvha agadohvsdi 22 - igvyi tsisqua / ᎤᏰᎸᎭ ᎠᎦᏙᎲᏍᏗ 22 - ᎢᎬᏱ ᏥᏍᏆ

ᎢᎬᏱ ᏥᏍᏆ ᎠᎩᏍᏗᏯᏎ ᏥᏍᎪᏯᏁ, ᎠᎴ ᎤᎵᏌᎳᏙᏗᏔ ᏅᏓ ᏰᎵᏈᏍᏓᏎ ᎾᏍᎩᏁ. ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎪᏢᎯ ᎢᎪᎯᏓ ᎢᎬᏩᏓᎴᎩ ᎾᏍᎩᎭᎢ.

Thursday, September 27, 2018

tsisqua-gawonisgidi (translation)

tsisqua-gawonisgidi uhase
unatseli gawonihisgine.
aya tla golisdase nasgine,
aseno nasgidv kanohedase ayv
na gesvase igohida
hatidi.
awisvnisdo nvlose 8:00 nahnai,
nasgi-igvnisisgi aya hatidase 6:00 nahnai,
advnvisdodase aqua matene*,
awisvdase sunale-alisdayvdi gasgilone,
hagatase vdatinohisedidine,
hanigase doyaditlv ale
adanvsase atsodudidine,
godesdase gili-atsewisgvne,
asquadisdase hagati
vdatinohisedidine.
awisvnisdo
gesvase ahani.
oni-ayelasdi-gvtanidasdi
hanani hawina
tsisqua-gawonisgidi vhnai.

ᏥᏍᏆ-ᎦᏬᏂᏍᎩᏗ ᎤᎭᏎ
ᎤᎾᏤᎵ ᎦᏬᏂᎯᏍᎩᏁ.
ᎠᏯ Ꮭ ᎪᎵᏍᏓᏎ ᎾᏍᎩᏁ,
ᎠᏎᏃ ᎾᏍᎩᏛ ᎧᏃᎮᏓᏎ ᎠᏴ
Ꮎ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎢᎪᎯᏓ
ᎭᏘᏗ.
ᎠᏫᏒᏂᏍᏙ ᏅᎶᏎ 8:00 ᎾᎿᎢ,
ᎾᏍᎩ-ᎢᎬᏂᏏᏍᎩ ᎠᏯ ᎭᏘᏓᏎ 6:00 ᎾᎿᎢ,
ᎠᏛᏅᎢᏍᏙᏓᏎ ᎠᏆ ᎹᏖᏁ*,
ᎠᏫᏒᏓᏎ ᏑᎾᎴ-ᎠᎵᏍᏓᏴᏗ ᎦᏍᎩᎶᏁ,
ᎭᎦᏔᏎ ᎥᏓᏘᏃᎯᏎᏗᏗᏁ,
ᎭᏂᎦᏎ ᏙᏯᏗᏢ ᎠᎴ
ᎠᏓᏅᏌᏎ ᎠᏦᏚᏗᏗᏁ,
ᎪᏕᏍᏓᏎ ᎩᎵ-ᎠᏤᏫᏍᎬᏁ,
ᎠᏍᏆᏗᏍᏓᏎ ᎭᎦᏘ
ᎥᏓᏘᏃᎯᏎᏗᏗᏁ.
ᎠᏫᏒᏂᏍᏙ
ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᎭᏂ.
ᎣᏂ-ᎠᏰᎳᏍᏗ-ᎬᏔᏂᏓᏍᏗ
ᎭᎾᏂ ᎭᏫᎾ
ᏥᏍᏆ-ᎦᏬᏂᏍᎩᏗ ᎥᎿᎢ.

[English]

The parrots have

their own language.

I don't understand it,

but they tell me

it is time

to get up.

Gardener coming at 8:00,

so I get up at 6:00,

prepare my ma-te*,

set breakfast table,

check messages,

go out and

move cars,

shovel dog poop,

finish checking

messages.

The gardener

is here.

Lawn mowers

instead of

parrots.

tsisqua-gawonisgidi / ᏥᏍᏆ-ᎦᏬᏂᏍᎩᏗ

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

nvda nvlise (+English)

nvda nvlise
aquatseli ayetli didla
equa-elohi vhnai.
uganawo hulutsase
ale ulasigetso anagisdase.
nvda gesvase
adadoligo.

ᏅᏓ ᏅᎵᏎ
ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎠᏰᏟ ᏗᏜ
ᎡᏆ-ᎡᎶᎯ ᎥᎿᎢ.
ᎤᎦᎾᏬ ᎱᎷᏣᏎ
ᎠᎴ ᎤᎳᏏᎨᏦ ᎠᎾᎩᏍᏓᏎ.
ᏅᏓ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ
ᎠᏓᏙᎵᎪ.

[English]

The sun has returned
to our half of
the world.
Warmth returns,
the darkness goes.
The sun
is a blessing.

De Trej (Almensk)

[Almensk]

Denna trej hava mange rutar,
o deje goa i ala direksjonar.
Om du snita af
nogon rutar,
de trej
skal vara svagarad.
Om du snita af ala,
de trej skal döa.
Det er en old trej,
nativ i mange landar.
Dets bladar o grenar
giva sjiuge
til ala.

Here is another translation of this poem, from a conlanger friend of mine:

[Occidental / Interlingue]

Ti árbor have mult radicas,
et ili ea in omni directiones.
Si tu abstrae
qualcunc del radicas,
li árbor
va esser deperit.
Si tu abstrae les tot,
it va morir.
It es un old árbor,
indigen a mult landes.
Su folies e branches
da ombre
ad omnes.

(translated by Leon)

nvda nvlise / ᏅᏓ ᏅᎵᏎ

Saturday, September 22, 2018

Tomorrow is the first day of spring here in the Southern Hemisphere. The high temperature today was 81F (27C). Beautiful, beautiful day. They are forecasting a "severe storm" for tomorrow. Besides being the first day of spring, tomorrow is my birthday. But because of the spectacularly good weather today and the storm forecast for tomorrow, we decided to celebrate today. It was a great decision.

At first we planned to go to Valizas, a hippie beach town five km. south of here, where there is a very good restaurant. But Sandy chose to drive through our little Aguas Dulces on the way out, which was another great decision. (We've been here at our beach house since Thursday afternoon, and will be going back to Atlántida on Monday.) We were surprised to find that Frog's, one of our favorite Aguas Dulces restaurants, and arguably the best, was open for lunch although we are in the off-season.

Anyway, to make a long story shorter, the combination of the wonderful weather, great music on their sound system (Blues,Klezmer, and Bossa Nova), wonderful food, artesanal beer (I know, it's a Spanish word, sorry) and a delightful chat with Marta, wife of Miguel, the owner, plus solicitous service from our favorite waitress, made everything just perfect.

Both before and after that, we spent delicious time on our deck overlooking the ocean. We also had the pleasure of taking our doggie, Betty, on a couple of beach walks, on which she romped in the water, getting her belly and legs totally soaked. A good time was had by all.

I have to say that this was one of the best birthdays I've had in years, and I savored and thoroughly enjoyed every bit of it. Maybe I should start celebrating it on the 22nd instead of the 23rd as a regular thing--it seems to work out well.

Friday, September 21, 2018

Gymnosophia LXVIII - Concretion

A concretion
of sandstone
and small shells
holds many surprises.
At first we don't
realize
that its base
is a single,
ribbed and ancient
seashell.

A 76-year-old man
sits at his computer desk,
with a beach specimen
before him.
At first we don't
realize
that his nudity
is only an outer layer,
supported by
millennia.

Thursday, September 20, 2018

This Tree (with translations)

This tree has many roots,
and they go in all directions.
If you cut off
any of the roots,
the tree
will be weakened.
If you cut them all
off, it will die.
It is an old tree,
native to many lands.
Its leaves and branches
give shade
to all.

[Yiddish]

דעם בוים האט פילע רוץ,
און זיי גיין אין אַלע וועגן.
אויב איר שנייַדן אַוועק
קיין פון די רוץ,
דער בוים
וועט זיין וויקאַנד.
אויב איר שנייַדן זיי אַלע
אַוועק, עס וועט שטאַרבן.
עס איז אַן אַלט בוים,
אין שטוב אין פילע לענדער.
זייַן בלעטער און צווייגן
געבן שאָטן
צו אַלע.

[German]

Viele Wurzeln hat dieser Baum,
sie gehen in alle Richtungen.
Schneide eine der Wurzeln
und der Baum wird geschwächt -
Schneide sie alle und er stirbt.
Ein alter Baum ist es,
in vielen Ländern zuhause.
Seine Blätter und Zweige
spenden Schatten
für alle.

[Irish (very approximately)]

Tá go leor fréamhacha ag an gcrann seo, agus téann siad ar gach bealach .. Má ghearrann tú amach aon cheann de na fréamhacha, an crann a lagú. Má ghearrann tú iad go léir as, beidh sé bás. Is crann d'aois é, sa bhaile i go leor tailte. A duilleoga agus a craobhacha scáth a thabhairt do gach duine.

[Esperanto]

Ĉi tiu arbo havas multajn radikojn, kaj ili iras laŭ ĉiuj direktoj. Se vi tranĉos iujn el la radikoj, la arbo estos malfortigita. Se vi ĉiujn tranĉos ĝi mortos. Ĝi estas malnova arbo, hejme en multaj landoj. Liaj folioj kaj branĉoj donas ombron al ĉiuj.

[Udugi]

hia tlugv uhase ugodidi unasdetlvdine,
ale nasgidv anagisdase nigadv widuyugodvdi hawina.
iyuno nihi ayelasdase
igadv unasdetlvdine,
tlugv gesvose udaniligita.
iyuno nihi ayelasdase nigadv
unasdetlvdine,
tlugv ayohuhisdose.
na gesvase agayvli tlugv,
aquenvsvi nahnai ugodidi elohidi hawina.
nasgihi ugalogvdi ale uwanigalvdi
adanedase udawadisgvne
nigadv didla.

ᎯᎠ ᏡᎬ ᎤᎭᏎ ᎤᎪᏗᏗ ᎤᎾᏍᏕᏢᏗᏁ, ᎠᎴ ᎾᏍᎩᏛ ᎠᎾᎩᏍᏓᏎ ᏂᎦᏛ ᏫᏚᏳᎪᏛᏗ ᎭᏫᎾ. ᎢᏳᏃ ᏂᎯ ᎠᏰᎳᏍᏓᏎ ᎢᎦᏛ ᎤᎾᏍᏕᏢᏗᏁ, ᏡᎬ ᎨᏒᎣᏎ ᎤᏓᏂᎵᎩᏔ. ᎢᏳᏃ ᏂᎯ ᎠᏰᎳᏍᏓᏎ ᏂᎦᏛ ᎤᎾᏍᏕᏢᏗᏁ, ᏡᎬ ᎠᏲᎱᎯᏍᏙᏎ. Ꮎ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᎦᏴᎵ ᏡᎬ, ᎠᏇᏅᏒᎢ ᎾᎿᎢ ᎤᎪᏗᏗ ᎡᎶᎯᏗ ᎭᏫᎾ. ᎾᏍᎩᎯ ᎤᎦᎶᎬᏗ ᎠᎴ ᎤᏩᏂᎦᎸᏗ ᎠᏓᏁᏓᏎ ᎤᏓᏩᏗᏍᎬᏁ ᏂᎦᏛ ᏗᏜ.

[Almensk]

Denna trej hava mange rutar,
o deje goa i ala direksjonar.
Om du snita af
nogon rutar,
de trej
skal vara svagarad.
Om du snita af ala,
de trej skal döa.
Det er en old trej,
nativ i mange landar.
Dets bladar o grenar
giva sjiuge
til ala.

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

VERBA ORIS EIUS (Ps. 35 (36), v. 4-6 (3-5))

The words of his mouth

are iniquity and lies,

he has not wished to understand

that he could do good,

he has meditated mischief

while in his bed,

he has stood in all paths

that are not good,

but evil

he has not hated.

Lord, your mercy extends

to the heavens,

and your truth

unto the clouds,

and your justice

is like the mountains

of God.

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

aya tla uhase (translation)

aya tla uhase tsalagi dudovne. ugodidi soi yvwi na uhase ugodesdi tsalagi gigane sinv aya uhase, tla uhase tsalagi dudovne nasquv. saquu adanvtedi gesvase igvnisisgi ani-tsalagi tla anagisdi utsatina, aseno tsalagi gawonihisgi usganolahigesdi anagisdi utsatina. nvgisgohi tsudetiyvda iyu-tsigesv gawonihisgi uhise talisgo-sudali agayvlidi gawonisgidine. nasgi uhase noquu talidu agayvlidi gawonisgidine. hilayvi tla gesvase tsalagi gawonihisgi, tla gesvose tsalagi dudovdi. aseno iyuno ani-tsalagi uhase udugi gawonihisgi, nasgidv uhose udugine.

iyuno aya uyanvdv aquvsane "siquoya uwetsi", tla gesvase dudov, gesvase uwasa adanvtedi na aya uhase aquvsa-aniyelvsgv. utloyi gesvase udohiyu iyuno aya uyanvdv aquvsane "nvda tiyohali". tla gesvase dudov; gesvase adanvtedi na aya uhase aquvsa-aniyelvsgv. aya ulvquodase ganagvi uyelvha agalisgv hawina, tiyohali ginitloyi. tiyohali gesvase nasquv aqua ulanigvgv ganatlai ale kanohedise ayv ulisgedv iyusdidine. nasgi-igvnisisgi aya uyanvdv aquvsane "nvda tiyohali".

ᎠᏯ Ꮭ ᎤᎭᏎ ᏣᎳᎩ ᏚᏙᎥᏁ. ᎤᎪᏗᏗ ᏐᎢ ᏴᏫ Ꮎ ᎤᎭᏎ ᎤᎪᏕᏍᏗ ᏣᎳᎩ ᎩᎦᏁ ᏏᏅ ᎠᏯ ᎤᎭᏎ, Ꮭ ᎤᎭᏎ ᏣᎳᎩ ᏚᏙᎥᏁ ᎾᏍᏋ. ᏌᏊ ᎠᏓᏅᏖᏗ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎢᎬᏂᏏᏍᎩ ᎠᏂ-ᏣᎳᎩ Ꮭ ᎠᎾᎩᏍᏗ ᎤᏣᏘᎾ, ᎠᏎᏃ ᏣᎳᎩ ᎦᏬᏂᎯᏍᎩ ᎤᏍᎦᏃᎳᎯᎨᏍᏗ ᎠᎾᎩᏍᏗ ᎤᏣᏘᎾ. ᏅᎩᏍᎪᎯ ᏧᏕᏘᏴᏓ ᎢᏳ-ᏥᎨᏒ ᎦᏬᏂᎯᏍᎩ ᎤᎯᏎ ᏔᎵᏍᎪ-ᏑᏓᎵ ᎠᎦᏴᎵᏗ ᎦᏬᏂᏍᎩᏗᏁ. ᎾᏍᎩ ᎤᎭᏎ ᏃᏊ ᏔᎵᏚ ᎠᎦᏴᎵᏗ ᎦᏬᏂᏍᎩᏗᏁ. ᎯᎳᏴᎢ Ꮭ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᏣᎳᎩ ᎦᏬᏂᎯᏍᎩ, Ꮭ ᎨᏒᎣᏎ ᏣᎳᎩ ᏚᏙᎥᏗ. ᎠᏎᏃ ᎢᏳᏃ ᎠᏂ-ᏣᎳᎩ ᎤᎭᏎ ᎤᏚᎩ ᎦᏬᏂᎯᏍᎩ, ᎾᏍᎩᏛ ᎤᎰᏎ ᎤᏚᎩᏁ.

ᎢᏳᏃ ᎠᏯ ᎤᏯᏅᏛ ᎠᏋᏌᏁ "ᏏᏉᏯ ᎤᏪᏥ", Ꮭ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᏚᏙᎥ, ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᏩᏌ ᎠᏓᏅᏖᏗ Ꮎ ᎠᏯ ᎤᎭᏎ ᎠᏋᏌ-ᎠᏂᏰᎸᏍᎬ. ᎤᏠᏱ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᏙᎯᏳ ᎢᏳᏃ ᎠᏯ ᎤᏯᏅᏛ ᎠᏋᏌᏁ "ᏅᏓ ᏘᏲᎭᎵ". Ꮭ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᏚᏙᎥ; ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᏓᏅᏖᏗ Ꮎ ᎠᏯ ᎤᎭᏎ ᎠᏋᏌ-ᎠᏂᏰᎸᏍᎬ. ᎠᏯ ᎤᎸᏉᏓᏎ ᎦᎾᎬᎢ ᎤᏰᎸᎭ ᎠᎦᎵᏍᎬ ᎭᏫᎾ, ᏘᏲᎭᎵ ᎩᏂᏠᏱ. ᏘᏲᎭᎵ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎾᏍᏋ ᎠᏆ ᎤᎳᏂᎬᎬ ᎦᎾᏝᎢ ᎠᎴ ᎧᏃᎮᏗᏎ ᎠᏴ ᎤᎵᏍᎨᏛ ᎢᏳᏍᏗᏗᏁ. ᎾᏍᎩ-ᎢᎬᏂᏏᏍᎩ ᎠᏯ ᎤᏯᏅᏛ ᎠᏋᏌᏁ "ᏅᏓ ᏘᏲᎭᎵ".

I do not have a Cherokee name. Many other people who have more Cherokee blood than I have also do not have a Cherokee name. One reason is because the Cherokee people are not going away, but the Cherokee language is slowly going away. Forty years ago the language had 26,000 speakers. It now has 12,000. When there is no Cherokee language, there will be no Cherokee names. But if the Cherokee people have the Udugi ("Hope") language, they will have hope.

If I call myself "Son of Sequoyah," it is not a name, it is an idea I have about myself. The same is true if I call myself "Sun Lizard." It is not a name; it is an idea that I have about myself. I like to lie naked in the sunshine, like a lizard. Lizard is also my power animal, and has told me important things. So I call myself "Sun Lizard."

aya tla uhase / ᎠᏯ Ꮭ ᎤᎭᏎ

Monday, September 17, 2018

hilayvi aya advgi (translation)

hilayvi aya advgi tsisqua-gawonisgidine sunalei hawina, aya agatahase igohida hatidv. iyuquu-nigalisdi aya hnadvga, ale iyuquu-nigalisdi tla. aya gesvase agayvli asgaya, ale aya yeliquase hnadvga na aya aduladase.

iga nahnai aya advgase woyidine, ale aya agatahase igohida alisdayvdi.

iyuno aya gowatase ayelasdi-ugalogv dosvdalidi gotlvdise ganvhidv nvnohine, aya agatase nasgidv udugi-gvdase agasgvne, ale itsula aseuse udugi-gvdi nasgine nasquv.

ᎯᎳᏴᎢ ᎠᏯ ᎠᏛᎩ ᏥᏍᏆ-ᎦᏬᏂᏍᎩᏗᏁ ᏑᎾᎴᎢ ᎭᏫᎾ, ᎠᏯ ᎠᎦᏔᎭᏎ ᎢᎪᎯᏓ ᎭᏘᏛ. ᎢᏳᏊ-ᏂᎦᎵᏍᏗ ᎠᏯ ᎿᏛᎦ, ᎠᎴ ᎢᏳᏊ-ᏂᎦᎵᏍᏗ Ꮭ. ᎠᏯ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᎦᏴᎵ ᎠᏍᎦᏯ, ᎠᎴ ᎠᏯ ᏰᎵᏆᏎ ᎿᏛᎦ Ꮎ ᎠᏯ ᎠᏚᎳᏓᏎ.

ᎢᎦ ᎾᎿᎢ ᎠᏯ ᎠᏛᎦᏎ ᏬᏱᏗᏁ, ᎠᎴ ᎠᏯ ᎠᎦᏔᎭᏎ ᎢᎪᎯᏓ ᎠᎵᏍᏓᏴᏗ.

ᎢᏳᏃ ᎠᏯ ᎪᏩᏔᏎ ᎠᏰᎳᏍᏗ-ᎤᎦᎶᎬ ᏙᏒᏓᎵᏗ ᎪᏢᏗᏎ ᎦᏅᎯᏛ ᏅᏃᎯᏁ, ᎠᏯ ᎠᎦᏔᏎ ᎾᏍᎩᏛ ᎤᏚᎩ-ᎬᏓᏎ ᎠᎦᏍᎬᏁ, ᎠᎴ ᎢᏧᎳ ᎠᏎᎤᏎ ᎤᏚᎩ-ᎬᏗ ᎾᏍᎩᏁ ᎾᏍᏋ.

When I hear parrots in the morning, I know that it is time to get up. Sometimes I do, and sometimes not. I am an old man, and I can do what I want.

At midday I hear doves, and I know that it is time for lunch.

If I see that leaf-cutter ants have made a long trail, I know they expect rain, and we should expect it, too.

hilayvi aya advgi / ᎯᎳᏴᎢ ᎠᏯ ᎠᏛᎩ

William, sitting across the corner of the table from me, poured a shot of Jameson (not the first) into my glass. "Now," he said, settling back into his chair, "I want to hear you say, 'I forgive the British.'"

William Murphy, a fine man, is the husband of my dear cousin Nano. We were sitting in their house in Midleton, East Cork. The year was 2016, and it was my first trip to Ireland.

He wanted me to say that I forgave the British for all the terrible things they had done in Ireland. I think William knew, or at least intuited, that my grandmother, who had left Ireland as a young woman and lost three brothers to tuberculosis because of the harsh conditions imposed by the British, had been fierce and implacable on the subject, and had instilled those feelings into me when I was a boy.

I knew where William was coming from. We don'r want any more troubles like that. We want to get on with life, and put all that behind us.

But my grandmother had taught me too well. I was carrying wounds, the wounds of all Ireland, from before I was born. Those wounds had not healed, did not know how to heal. I guess William was trying to help me to heal them, as they had all had to try to do.

Every emotion went through me. I wanted to satisfy William by saying the words, but those words would not come out, any more than they would have come out from my grandmother. Finally, after a bit more Jameson, I said,"I don't forgive the British of my grandmother's day for the terrible things that they did, but I forgive the British of today, who have done nothing."

This apparently satisfied William, and he let me off the hook. His daughter asked me if I would ever consider visiting Northern Ireland. She said she had done so, and it was very strange to see the red postboxes and all that. I thought about her question, and then I told her no, I would not go there. But I knew that if I had been raised in Ireland, I would have gone there as a young man, and probably would not have come back alive.

Sunday, September 16, 2018

itsula nvlise ulinawi amayeli (translation)

itsula nvlise ulinawi amayeli didla
ulasitsaneta elohi nidvlenvda.
agvyi, itsula alenidohise inv
uyvtlv hawina,
ani-senika navnige.
oniyagesdodi, tiyohali tsilv,
itsula ayasdise nvdane.

ᎢᏧᎳ ᏅᎵᏎ ᎤᎵᎾᏫ ᎠᎹᏰᎵ ᏗᏜ
ᎤᎳᏏᏣᏁᏔ ᎡᎶᎯ ᏂᏛᎴᏅᏓ.
ᎠᎬᏱ, ᎢᏧᎳ ᎠᎴᏂᏙᎯᏎ ᎢᏅ
ᎤᏴᏢ ᎭᏫᎾ,
ᎠᏂ-ᏎᏂᎧ ᎾᎥᏂᎨ.
ᎣᏂᏯᎨᏍᏙᏗ, ᏘᏲᎭᎵ ᏥᎸ,
ᎢᏧᎳ ᎠᏯᏍᏗᏎ ᏅᏓᏁ.

We came to Turtle Island
from the Darkening Land.
First we lived far in the north,
near the Seneca.
Later, like Lizard,
we sought the sun.

itsula nvlise ulinawi amayeli / ᎢᏧᎳ ᏅᎵᏎ ᎤᎵᎾᏫ ᎠᎹᏰᎵ

The Bench

Sitting on that bench,
I felt at home,
at peace.
I felt the presence
of my grandmother,
my great-aunt,
and my "other"
family.
I'm not rich enough
to live there,
but neither was
my grandmother,
whose foot left the ground
in Guileen,
and never returned.
She would
understand.

Natural I

Here is the crusty, old naturist/curmudgeon, in his own kitchen.

While we're on the subject of statistics, this poetry blog has had visits from approximately 70 countries. The top ten are: the United States, Canada, Uruguay, Germany, Russia, France, Ireland, Brazil, a Middle Eastern country whose privacy I will respect, and Ukraine, in that order. A country that almost made the list but didn't quite is Poland. Other important contributors of visits would be Portugal, Denmark, Spain, the United Kingdom, and Argentina. Recently there have been huge numbers of visits from Unknown Region (probably China, through VPN). I am happy to see that India is also becoming a significant visitor. Under-represented areas would be sub-Saharan Africa and the Andean parts of South America.

Thanks to everyone, in every country, who has visited this blog. If anyone tells you that no one reads poetry anymore, don't believe them.

Saturday, September 15, 2018

I am happy to announce that this poetry blog has now received 44,000 visits since its inception. My hope is that it will reach 45,000 by the time it is two years old (in early October 2018). Thanks to all of you for your interest and support.

I you look at my profile on most social media platforms that I use (currently Google Plus, Facebook, Ello, and Diaspora), you will see that I describe myself as "poet, translator, naturist, and feminist, currently living in Uruguay." I think all of these are still true, although the last descriptor is subject to change. If all goes well in the midterm elections in the US (and by that I mean a Blue Wave), we will return, this time to Florida.

As you will probably have noticed, I'm still posting in Udugi. It's dear to my heart, so will no doubt continue. Please don't try to use it for serious privacy purposes. I am doing my best to teach it to those who want to learn, and in any case, a Cherokee speaker can understand most of it. There is nothing secret about it.

I'll talk to you all again when we reach 45,000. In the meantime, be well, and healthy, and happy.

Gymnosophia LXVI (translations)

This body has survived
for three quarters of a century,
but I have lasted
much longer.
I am neither white
nor black,
native nor settler,
male nor female,
gay nor straight.
I am, instead,
a representative
of all humanity,
and what limits them,
limits me,
and what hurts them,
hurts me,
and what they search for,
and long for,
is also my search,
and my longing.

Thousands of years
have sharpened
and matured
that desire.

[portunhol surenho]

Este corpo sobreviveu
por tres quartos de século,
mas eu tenho durado
muito mais tempo.
Eu non sou branco
nem preto,
nativo nem colono,
homem nem musher,
gay nem hetero.
Eu sou, em vez disso,
um representante
de toda a humanidade,
y o que os limita
me limita,
y o que os mashuca
me mashuca,
y o que eles procuram,
y anelam,
é também minha busca
y meu deseo.

Mishares de anos
afiou
y amadureceu
esse deseo.

[español]

Este cuerpo ha sobrevivido
durante tres cuartos de siglo,
pero he durado
mucho más tiempo.
No soy ni blanco
ni negro,
nativo ni colonizador,
varón ni mujer,
gay ni heterosexual.
Soy, en cambio,
un representante
de toda la humanidad,
y lo que los limita,
me limita,
y lo que les duele,
me lastima,
y lo que buscan,
y anhelan,
es también mi búsqueda,
y mi anhelo.

Miles de años
han agudizado
y madurado
ese deseo.

[français]

Ce corps a survécu
pendant trois quarts de siècle,
mais j'ai duré
beaucoup plus longtemps.
Je ne suis ni blanc
ni noir,
natif ni colon,
mâle ni femelle,
gay ni hétéro.
Je suis plutôt
un représentant
de toute l'humanité,
et ce qui les limite,
me limite,
et ce qui leur fait mal,
me blesse,
et ce qu'ils recherchent,
et désirent,
est aussi ma recherche,
et mon désir.

Des milliers d'années
ont aiguisé
et mûri
ce désir.

Gymnosophia LXVII - I Am Swimming (+ptl, es, fr, हिन्दी)

I am swimming in the ocean of rebirth.
How will I reach the other side?

Kalidas says: Mother Kali,
have mercy on me!

[portunhol surenho]

Eu estou nadando no oceano do renascimento.
Cómo vou chegar ao outro lado?

Kalidas diz: Mae Kali,
tem piedade de mim!

[español]

Estoy nadando en el océano del renacimiento.
¿Cómo voy a llegar al otro lado?

Kalidas dice: Madre Kali,
¡ten piedad de mi!

[français]

Je nage dans l'océan de la renaissance.
Comment vais-je atteindre l'autre côté?

Kalidas dit: Mère Kali,
Ayez pitié de moi!

[हिन्दी]

मैं पुनर्जन्म के महासागर में तैर रहा हूं।
मैं दूसरी तरफ कैसे पहुंचूँगा?

कालिदास कहते हैं: मां काली,
मुझ पर दया करो!

Friday, September 14, 2018

Gymnosophia LXVI - This Body Has Survived

Bombastic

Bombastic, martial music
from fragile, sinking boats.
My heart is broken.

(No illustration. Just a dream, I hope.)

[portunhol surenho]

Bombástica música marcial
de barcos frágeis que afundam.
Meu corazón está quebrado.

[español]

Bombástica música marcial
de barcos frágiles que se hunden.
Mi corazón está roto.

[français]

Bombastic musique martiale
des bateaux fragiles et en train de couler.
Mon coeur est brisé.

Thursday, September 13, 2018

osdv svnoyi / ᎣᏍᏛ ᏒᏃᏱ (+translation)

osdv svnoyi, ulvdi ale dinadanvtledi. galvdu osdv!

ᎣᏍᏛ ᏒᏃᏱ, ᎤᎸᏗ ᎠᎴ ᏗᎾᏓᏅᏞᏗ. ᎦᎸᏚ ᎣᏍᏛ!

Goodnight, sisters and brothers. Sleep well!

aquatseli ulasidenadi (translation)

aquatseli ulasidenadi gesvase gadohi nahna.
aquatseli adasdelvdi nvlose,
tla galvloi nidvlenvda,
aseno elohi nidvlenvda.

ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎤᎳᏏᏕᎾᏗ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎦᏙᎯ ᎾᎿ.
ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎠᏓᏍᏕᎸᏗ ᏅᎶᏎ,
Ꮭ ᎦᎸᎶᎢ ᏂᏛᎴᏅᏓ,
ᎠᏎᏃ ᎡᎶᎯ ᏂᏛᎴᏅᏓ.

Our feet are on the ground.
Our deliverance will come,
not from the sky,
but from the earth.

aquatseli ulasidenadi / ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎤᎳᏏᏕᎾᏗ

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Gymnosophia LXV - "Adam" Is Thrown Out of the Garden

"eiecitque Adam
et conlocavit ante paradisum voluptatis
cherubin et flammeum gladium. . . "
--Genesis 3:24

For all my sisters and brothers.

"Adam" is thrown out
of the Garden,
there is no need,
it seems,
to mention Eve.

Who, or what,
is the "flaming sword?"
Is it not ourselves
and what we have built?
Is it not the things
that humans created
and Adam named?
Is it not Adam himself,
the only one the ancients found
worth mentioning,
with all his pomp
and privilege,
that closed the gates
of Paradise?

Yes, it is only ourselves,
and what we have created,
that bar us
from the Garden.

Stand down Angel,
and put by
thy sword,
for we,
female and male,
have found the key,
together,
and would enter.

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Gymnosophia LXIV - Our Aspirations Are Remote (+ptl, es, fr)

Our aspirations are remote,
the Reaper ever nearer.
The past, formative and
deep, has brought us here,
to speculate
on future
reunions.

[portunhol surenho]

Nossas aspirasones son remotas,
o Ceifador sempre mais perto.
O passado, formador y
profundo, nos trouxe aqui,
especular
em futuras
reuniones.

[español]

Nuestras aspiraciones son remotas,
el Segador cada vez más cerca.
El pasado, formativo y
profundo, nos ha traído aquí,
especular
en futuras
reuniones.

[français]

Nos aspirations sont lointaines,
le Moissonneur toujours plus près.
Le passé, formatif et
profond, nous a amené ici,
spéculer
sur des futures
réunions.

I am obsessed with writing. It isn't much different from an opioid addiction, but it is legal, and no one is profiting from me except the makers of pens, notebooks, and computers. It has become something I have to do, and I can't stop.

It will never make me rich, but sometimes there is a payback. I try to break out of a bankrupt Western culture, translating Kashmiri and Sanskrit, writing in Udugi, and then, when I write something like Gymnosophia LXIII - And Adam Rested (published today, 11 September 2018), I am forced to acknowledge the depth of my European roots and cultural heritage. I may reject much of it, but it is still there.

But writing makes things clearer. I can see where we went wrong. It was pretty close to Genesis 2:21, so it was a long time ago. This culture is based on patriarchy, machismo, and male privilege. I have rejected it and actively resisted it for forty-five years, but it sure as hell is there.

Until we get past the mistakes that the ancients made in writing about Adam and Eve, and the Garden of Eden, we can never go back to it.

Gymnosophia LXIII - And Adam Rested (+ptl, es, fr)

"inmisit ergo Dominus Deus soporem in Adam"
--Genesis 2:21

For all my sisters.

And Adam rested,
having given names
to all the creatures
the Lord had created.
Tomorrow, with an
equal companion,
as naked as he
and also unashamed,
he would begin
to give names
to the rest.

He would give names
to the things created
by mankind: shame,
clothing, jealousy,
murder, deceit,
rape, slavery,
prostitution,
torture,
greed,
and war.

But it wasn't
as we imagine.
Adam spoke neither
English, nor Latin,
nor even Hebrew.
His mouth was
full of clicks,
his skin was dark,
and he was very,
very short.
His proto-Pygmy
language has not
survived,
nor any of the words
that he created.

This much of the story
is true,
the rest distorted,
for from an X
we can make a Y
if a leg of the X
is only shortened,
but the opposite
we cannot do.

And what of Eve?
She had no need
of all those names,
but knew the use
and place
of every thing.

She made her
partner's life
worthwhile.

[portunhol surenho]

Para todas as minhas irmanas.

Y Adam descansou
tendo dado nomes
para todas as criaturas
que o Senhor havia criado.
Amanhá, com uma
companheira igual,
tan nua quanto ele
y também sem vergonha,
ele iria comesar
dar nomes
para o resto.

Ele daria nomes
para as coisas criadas
pela humanidade: vergonha,
roupas, ciúme,
assassinato, engano,
estupro, escravitud,
prostitución,
tortura,
avidez,
y guerra.

Mas non foi
como imaginamos.
Adán non falou
inglês, nem latim,
nem mesmo hebraico.
Sua boca estava
cheia de cliques
sua pele estava escura
y ele era muito,
muito curto.
Seu proto-pigmeu
idioma non tem
sobrevivido,
nem qualquera das palavras
que ele criou.

Esta parte da historia
é verdade,
o resto distorcido,
porque de um X
nós podemos fazer um Y
se uma perna do X
só é encurtado,
mas u oposto
non podemos fazer.

Y o que de Eva?
Ela non precisava
todos essos nomes,
mas sabía o uso
y lugar
de tudo.

Ela fez que a
vida do parceiro
valgara la pena.

[español]

Para todas mis hermanas.

Y Adán descansó,
habiendo dado nombres
a todas las criaturas
que el Señor había creado.
Mañana, con una
compañera igual,
tan desnuda como él,
y también sin vergüenza,
él comenzaría
dar nombres
a los demás.

Él daría nombres
a las cosas creadas
por la humanidad: vergüenza,
ropa, celos,
asesinato, engaño,
violación, esclavitud,
prostitución,
tortura,
codicia,
y guerra.

Pero no fue
como nos imaginamos.
Adán no habló ni
inglés, ni latino,
ni siquiera hebreo.
Su boca era
llena de clics,
su piel era oscura,
y él era muy,
muy corto.
Su proto-pigmeo
idioma no ha
sobrevivido,
ni ninguna de las palabras
que él creó.

Esta parte de la historia
es verdad,
el resto distorsionado,
porque de una X
podemos hacer una Y
si una pierna de la X
solo se acorta,
pero lo opuesto
no podemos hacer.

¿Y qué hay de Eva?
Ella no tenía necesidad
de todos esos nombres,
pero sabía el uso
y lugar
de todo.

Ella hizo que
la vida del compañero
valgara la pena.

[français]

Pour toutes mes soeurs.

Et Adam se reposa,
ayant donné des noms
à toutes les créatures
que le Seigneur avait créé.
Demain, avec une
compagne égale,
aussi nue que lui
et aussi sans honte,
il commencerait
donner des noms
au reste.

Il donnerait des noms
aux choses créées
par l'humanité: honte,
vêtements, jalousie,
meurtre, tromperie,
viol, esclavage,
la prostitution,
torture,
avidité,
et la guerre.

Mais ce n'était pas
comme nous l'imaginons.
Adam n'a pas parlé
anglais, ni latin,
ni même l'hébreu.
Sa bouche était
pleine de clics,
sa peau était sombre,
et il était très,
très court.
Son proto-pygmée
langage n'a pas
survécu,
ni aucun des mots
qu'il a créé.

Cette partie de l'histoire
est vrai,
le reste déformé,
parce que d'un X
on peut faire un Y
si une jambe du X
est seulement raccourci,
mais le contraire
nous ne pouvons pas faire.

Et qu'en est-il d'Eve?
Elle n'avait pas besoin
de tous ces noms,
mais connaissait l'usage
et place
de tout.

Elle a fait
la vie du partenaire
digne d'intérêt.

Monday, September 10, 2018

osdv sunalei! hia gesvase unvgoladv, aqua gaduhv hawina.

ᎣᏍᏛ ᏑᎾᎴᎢ! ᎯᎠ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᏅᎪᎳᏛ, ᎠᏆ ᎦᏚᎲ ᎭᏫᎾ.

Gymnosophia LXII (+ Ꭴꮪꭹ / Udugi)

This is not about me.
It is about the many of me
that have lived before,
and many that will live yet.
It is also about you,
women and men in every
part of the world,
it is about us
by the billions,
with arms around each other,
standing up for truth and beauty,
and united in hope.

[Udugi / ꭴꮪꭹ]

hia tla gesvase ayv-aniyelvsgv.
nasgi gesvase ugodidi ayvdi-aniyelvsgv
na alenidoise udalulv,
ale ugodidi na alenidoose gila.
nasgi gesvase nasquv nihi-aniyelvsgv,
ageyadi ale asgayadi
nigadv igadv equa-elohi vhnai,
nasgi gesvase itsulaayv-aniyelvsgv
agayvlidi iyuquadinvda digvwalosv,
kanogenidi siyvwi soi yvwaduwidv,
gadogvnete galvladi duyugodv ale
uwodu nasgihai,
ale aligodita udugi hawina.

ᎯᎠ Ꮭ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᏴ-ᎠᏂᏰᎸᏍᎬ.
ᎾᏍᎩ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᎪᏗᏗ ᎠᏴᏗ-ᎠᏂᏰᎸᏍᎬ
Ꮎ ᎠᎴᏂᏙᎢᏎ ᎤᏓᎷᎸ,
ᎠᎴ ᎤᎪᏗᏗ Ꮎ ᎠᎴᏂᏙᎣᏎ ᎩᎳ.
ᎾᏍᎩ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎾᏍᏋ ᏂᎯ-ᎠᏂᏰᎸᏍᎬ,
ᎠᎨᏯᏗ ᎠᎴ ᎠᏍᎦᏯᏗ
ᏂᎦᏛ ᎢᎦᏛ ᎡᏆ-ᎡᎶᎯ ᎥᎿᎢ,
ᎾᏍᎩ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎢᏧᎳᎠᏴ-ᎠᏂᏰᎸᏍᎬ
ᎠᎦᏴᎵᏗ ᎢᏳᏆᏗᏅᏓ ᏗᎬᏩᎶᏒ,
ᎧᏃᎨᏂᏗ ᏏᏴᏫ ᏐᎢ ᏴᏩᏚᏫᏛ,
ᎦᏙᎬᏁᏖ ᎦᎸᎳᏗ ᏚᏳᎪᏛ ᎠᎴ
ᎤᏬᏚ ᎾᏍᎩᎭᎢ,
ᎠᎴ ᎠᎵᎪᏗᏔ ᎤᏚᎩ ᎭᏫᎾ.

Sunday, September 9, 2018

Gymnosophia LXII - This Is Not About Me (+ptl, es, fr)

[portunhol surenho]

Isso non é sobre mim.
É sobre muitos de mim
que já viveram antes,
y muitos que viverán ainda.
É também sobre voce,
musheres y homens em todas as
partes do mundo,
é sobre nós
pelos bishones,
com os braços em volta um do outro,
defendendo a verdade y a beleza
y unidos em esperanza.

[español]

Esto no es sobre mi.
Se trata de muchos de mí
que han vivido antes,
y muchos que vivirán aún.
También se trata de ti,
mujeres y hombres en cada
parte del mundo,
se trata de nosotros
por los billones,
con los brazos alrededor del otro,
defendiendo la verdad y la belleza,
y unidos en esperanza.

[français]

Ce n'est pas à propos de moi.
Il s'agit de beaucoup de moi
qui ont vécu avant,
et beaucoup qui vivront encore.
C'est aussi de toi,
les femmes et les hommes dans toutes les
parties du monde,
c'est à propos de nous
par milliards,
avec les bras l'un autour de l'autre,
se levant pour la vérité et la beauté,
et unis dans l'espoir.

Gymnosophia LXI - Sun and Shadow

Sun and shadow,
day and night,
are the limits
of our plight.
Winter, summer,
spring, and fall
bring youth and health,
and then take all.

uyelvha agadohvsdi 21 - ᎥᎴᏂᏙᎲ ᎤᎶᏐᏅ ᎥᎴᏂᏙᎲ

vlenidohv ulosonv vlenidohv,
itsula dinelodase aquatseli
advnelisgi-usqualvehvdine,
alisina hisdodase aquatseli
tsulvwisdanedidine,
ale na hiyui hnadvgase
nasgine asiquo.
itsula ugadohvsvase,
gadolequase gayoli iyusdidine,
uwasa gvgewisdi nasgidvne
ulvsada hawina
igohida vhnai.

ᎥᎴᏂᏙᎲ ᎤᎶᏐᏅ ᎥᎴᏂᏙᎲ,
ᎢᏧᎳ ᏗᏁᎶᏓᏎ ᎠᏆᏤᎵ
ᎠᏛᏁᎵᏍᎩ-ᎤᏍᏆᎸᎡᎲᏗᏁ,
ᎠᎵᏏᎾᎯᏍᏙᏓᏎ ᎠᏆᏤᎵ
ᏧᎸᏫᏍᏓᏁᏗᏗᏁ,
ᎠᎴ ᎾᎯᏳᎢ ᎿᏛᎦᏎ
ᎾᏍᎩᏁ ᎠᏏᏉ.
ᎢᏧᎳ ᎤᎦᏙᎲᏒᎠᏎ,
ᎦᏙᎴᏆᏎ ᎦᏲᎵ ᎢᏳᏍᏗᏗᏁ,
ᎤᏩᏌ ᎬᎨᏫᏍᏗ ᎾᏍᎩᏛᏁ
ᎤᎸᏌᏓ ᎭᏫᎾ
ᎢᎪᎯᏓ ᎥᎿᎢ.

Gymnosophia LX (+हिन्दी)

Life after life,
we play our roles,
practice our professions,
and then do it again.
We experience,
learn a few things,
only to forget them
in the light
of eternity.

जीवन के बाद जीवन,
हम अपनी भूमिका निभाते हैं,
हम अपने व्यवसाय का अभ्यास करते हैं,
और फिर हम इसे फिर से करते हैं।
हमने अनुभव किया,
हम कुछ चीजें सीखते हैं,
केवल उन्हें भूलने के लिए
प्रकाश में
अनंत काल का

Saturday, September 8, 2018

Gymnosophia LX - Life After Life (+ptl, es, fr)

Life after life,
we play our roles,
practice our professions,
and then do it again.
We experience,
learn a few things,
only to forget them
in the light
of eternity.

[portunhol surenho]

Vida após vida,
nós jogamos nossos papéis,
praticamo nossas profissones,
y entón fazemo de novo.
Nós experimentamos,
aprendemo algumas coisas,
só para esquecé-las
na luz
da eternidade.

[español]

Vida después de vida,
desempeñamos nuestros papeles,
practicamos nuestras profesiones,
y luego lo hacemos de nuevo.
Experimentamos,
aprendemos algunas cosas,
solo para olvidarlas
en la luz
de la eternidad.

[français]

Vie après vie,
nous jouons nos rôles,
pratiquons nos métiers,
et puis recommençons.
Nous expérimentons,
apprenons quelques choses,
seulement pour les oublier
dans la lumière
de l'éternité.