O my struggle with Time!
Greek centuries, scattered drums of a Dorian column
that has crumbled to the ground
from unexpected earthquakes!
how will I manage to lift you up again
to the same secret axis,
facing the sun.
so as for the sun,
to always find first,
first thing the last?
O Pythian Law!
How am I going to listen to Thee,
How am I to support myself on Thee
for the Titanic deed?
How am I to seek thee?
Bent upon study
Only upon myself!
Only within myself!
The way I hold the vertebrae
of my very backbone
to be standing upright before my Destiny with my own Will
thus, only thus will I find Thee deep inside me, o Pythian Law
you that you will lift to the same axis
the Greek centuries
scattered drums of a Dorian column
that has crumbled to the ground from unexpected earthquakes!
The same way as my very backbone
with my own toil
only with the breath of my will!
part only of the gigantic melody
that buzzes inside the depth of my veins,
invincible rhythm and ocean!
Only deep within me
will I resurrect your extinguished Harmony
unyoked and vibrating
inside my blood
your secret unsilenced pulse!
Deep inside me
and inside the non-rejoicing breath of my people
will I drink the counter-soul of Charon
to erect body to body my spirit
to falling off!
To summon, a worker myself,
the diggers, the sowers
for the new,
eagerly awaited for by the non-fertilized earth!
To see once more
not as a vision, but alive, fruit and truth
before my eyes
the secret Eleusinian Ear,
larger, more mature than Apelles' ear,
that upon it a pigeon was heavily resting,
which nevertheless he was keeping unbent and upright!
And last to stoop,
an arch-priest myself,
and silently thresh it,
and lift it amidst all the people,
as a betrothal of the new,
victorious by now Apollo,
above the Time-Snake,
of your open unreigned century,
of your new betrothal,
o Greece, with Life!
Á. Sikelianos, Lyrikos Vios, v. 3, Athens, Ikaros editions, 1976, pp. 237-239.