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HYMN DRUGI (ΥΜΝΟΣ ΔΕΥΤΕΡΟΣ)

The Second Song

(przełożył Brian Duvick)

  Again the light, again the dawn,

  Again the day shines forth

  After the darkness that roams the night.

  Again pray God, my spirit,

  With morning songs,

  Who gives the light to the day,

  Who gives the stars to the night,

  The chorus that circles the cosmos.

 10 The ether covers the back

  Of swelling matter,

  Mounted on the flower of fire,

  Where the glorious moon

  Cuts the edge of the world below.

  But above the eighth rotation

  Of the spirals bearing the stars

  There is a current devoid of stars

  That drives the folds beneath

  Its robes running opposite.

  It dances around the great mind

 20 That covers the heights of the King’s

  Cosmos with serene wings.

  In the beyond the blessed silence

  Of intellectuals and intelligibles

  Conceals the undivided division.

  One spring, one root,

  Shines the thrice-radiant shape.

  For where the depth of the Father is

  There too the glorious Son is,

  A sort of offspring of the heart.

 30 The wisdom that crafts the cosmos

  Shines the unifying light

  Of the Holy Spirit.

  One spring, one root

  Issues the wealth of goods

  And supersubstantial birth,

  Boiling with generative drives,

  And illuminates the things within,

  The wondrous lights of the blessed.

  Hence the chorus of imperishable Kings,

 40 Already encosmic,

  The glory of the Father,

  The first-sown Form,

  Sings in intellectual songs,

  Close to their kindly parents,

  As the army of ageless angels

  Reflects on the matters of mind

  And plucks the principle of beauty,

  But also reflects on affairs in the spheres

  And manages the depths of the cosmos,

 50 Drawing the cosmos above

  Down to the lowest matter,

  Where nature settles and engenders

  The company of daemons,

  Clamorous and deliberative,

  Whence the hero, whence now

  Around the world the seeded breeze

  Brings parts of the earth to life

  In richly wrought shapes.

  On your counsel all things

 60 Depend. You are the root

  Of things present, past,

  Future, of the possible.

  You are father, you are mother.

  You are male, you are female.

  You are voice, you are silence,

  The generating nature of nature.

  You, King, are the age of age.

  To proclaim in the customary way,

  Great joy, root of the cosmos!

 70 Great joy, center of beings!

  Monad of immortal numbers,

  Kings before being.

  May you enjoy great joy, great joy!

  Because by God there is joy.

  Extend a propitious ear

  To the celebration of my songs.

  Open up the light of wisdom.

  It pours down glorious wealth,

  Pours down the rich grace

 80 Of a calm life,

  Driving away penury

  And the earthly plague of riches.

  Expel diseases from my limbs,

  Disorderly drive of the passions,

  And cares that trouble the heart

  May you expel from my life,

  So worldly blindness not weigh down

  The plumage of my mind.

  But raising a free wing,

 90 I shall celebrate the ineffable

  Rites about your offspring.

Ilustracja. William Hays.