I
Eu vivo em tempos sombrios.
Uma linguagem sem malícia é sinal de
estupidez,
uma testa sem rugas é sinal de indiferença.
Aquele que ainda ri é porque ainda não
recebeu a terrível notícia.
Que tempos são esses, quando
falar sobre flores é quase um crime.
Pois significa silenciar sobre tanta injustiça?
Aquele que cruza tranqüilamente a rua
já está então inacessível aos amigos
que se encontram necessitados?
É verdade: eu ainda ganho o bastante para viver.
Mas acreditem: é por acaso. Nado do que eu faço
Dá-me o direito de comer quando eu tenho fome.
Por acaso estou sendo poupado.
(Se a minha sorte me deixa estou perdido!)
Dizem-me: come e bebe!
Fica feliz por teres o que tens!
Mas como é que posso comer e beber,
se a comida que eu como, eu tiro de quem tem fome?
se o copo de água que eu bebo, faz falta a
quem tem sede?
Mas apesar disso, eu continuo comendo e bebendo.
Eu queria ser um sábio.
Nos livros antigos está escrito o que é a sabedoria:
Manter-se afastado dos problemas do mundo
e sem medo passar o tempo que se tem para
viver na terra;
Seguir seu caminho sem violência,
pagar o mal com o bem,
não satisfazer os desejos, mas esquecê-los.
Sabedoria é isso!
Mas eu não consigo agir assim.
É verdade, eu vivo em tempos sombrios!
II
Eu vim para a cidade no tempo da desordem,
quando a fome reinava.
Eu vim para o convívio dos homens no tempo
da revolta
e me revoltei ao lado deles.
Assim se passou o tempo
que me foi dado viver sobre a terra.
Eu comi o meu pão no meio das batalhas,
deitei-me entre os assassinos para dormir,
Fiz amor sem muita atenção
e não tive paciência com a natureza.
Assim se passou o tempo
que me foi dado viver sobre a terra.
III
Vocês, que vão emergir das ondas
em que nós perecemos, pensem,
quando falarem das nossas fraquezas,
nos tempos sombrios
de que vocês tiveram a sorte de escapar.
Nós existíamos através da luta de classes,
mudando mais seguidamente de países que de
sapatos, desesperados!
quando só havia injustiça e não havia revolta.
Nós sabemos:
o ódio contra a baixeza
também endurece os rostos!
A cólera contra a injustiça
faz a voz ficar rouca!
Infelizmente, nós,
que queríamos preparar o caminho para a
amizade,
não pudemos ser, nós mesmos, bons amigos.
Mas vocês, quando chegar o tempo
em que o homem seja amigo do homem,
pensem em nós
com um pouco de compreensão.
I
I live in dark times.A language is no sign of malicestupidityan unlined forehead is a sign of indifference.He who laughs has not yet is becausereceived the terrible news.
What times are these whentalk about flowers is almost a crime.For it means so much silence about injustice?He who walks calmly across the streetis now so inaccessible to friendswho are in need?
It's true: I still win enough to live.But believe me: by chance. Swimming than I doGive me the right to eat when I'm hungry.By chance I was spared.(If my luck leaves me I'm lost!)
They tell me: eat and drink!Be happy for what you have got!But how can I eat and drink,if the food I eat, I shot the hungry?if the glass of water I drink, the foulsthirsty?But despite that, I keep eating and drinking.
I wanted to be a sage.
Is written in old books what is the wisdom:Staying out of trouble in the worldand not afraid to spend the time one has tolive on land;Follow your way without violence,repay evil with good,not satisfy his desires, but forget them.Wisdom is that!But I can not do so.Admittedly, I live in dark times!
II
I came to town in time of disorder,when hunger reigned.I came to the gathering of men in timeRevoltI rebelled and beside them.Such was the timeI was given life on earth.I ate my bread in the middle of battles,I lay down to sleep among the murderers,I made love without much attentionand had no patience with nature.Such was the timeI was given life on earth.
III
You who will emerge from the wavesin which we perish, think,when they speak of our weaknesses,in dark timesthat you had a lucky escape.
We existed through the class struggle,moving much below that of countriesshoes, desperate!when there was only injustice and no outrage.
We know:hatred against the basenessHarden also faces!The anger against injusticethe voice hoarse!Unfortunately, wewe wanted to prepare the way forfriendship,we could not ourselves be good friends.But you, when the time comesthat man is man's friendthink of uswith a little understanding.
What times are these whentalk about flowers is almost a crime.For it means so much silence about injustice?He who walks calmly across the streetis now so inaccessible to friendswho are in need?
It's true: I still win enough to live.But believe me: by chance. Swimming than I doGive me the right to eat when I'm hungry.By chance I was spared.(If my luck leaves me I'm lost!)
They tell me: eat and drink!Be happy for what you have got!But how can I eat and drink,if the food I eat, I shot the hungry?if the glass of water I drink, the foulsthirsty?But despite that, I keep eating and drinking.
I wanted to be a sage.
Is written in old books what is the wisdom:Staying out of trouble in the worldand not afraid to spend the time one has tolive on land;Follow your way without violence,repay evil with good,not satisfy his desires, but forget them.Wisdom is that!But I can not do so.Admittedly, I live in dark times!
II
I came to town in time of disorder,when hunger reigned.I came to the gathering of men in timeRevoltI rebelled and beside them.Such was the timeI was given life on earth.I ate my bread in the middle of battles,I lay down to sleep among the murderers,I made love without much attentionand had no patience with nature.Such was the timeI was given life on earth.
III
You who will emerge from the wavesin which we perish, think,when they speak of our weaknesses,in dark timesthat you had a lucky escape.
We existed through the class struggle,moving much below that of countriesshoes, desperate!when there was only injustice and no outrage.
We know:hatred against the basenessHarden also faces!The anger against injusticethe voice hoarse!Unfortunately, wewe wanted to prepare the way forfriendship,we could not ourselves be good friends.But you, when the time comesthat man is man's friendthink of uswith a little understanding.
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