Classic Poem

HAS THE. V

The divine fire that consumes us
Resembles those prying lights
A pastor imprudent lights
The edge of the deep forests:
As no breath awakens,
The humble home brewing and dormant;
But if the north wind breathes,
Suddenly the flame numb
Swells, overflows, and fire
A huge glowing horizon!

O my soul! of what shores
Will this unexpected breath?
Will it be a child of storms,
A sigh barely heard?
He will come like a gentle zephyr,
Gently caress my lyre,
As caress a flower?
Or under his quivering wings,
Breaking these moaning strings
Scream of Pain?

Get the sunset or dawn,
Sweet or terrible, at the option of fate
The generous breast implore
Brave suffering or death.
The hearts altered harmony
Whatever the price of genius?
If this is death, must die! ...
It is said that Orpheus mouth
By the waters of the Ebro stifled
Gave a sigh immortal.

But either a live or die mortal,
Always rebel against our wishes,
The Spirit blows to his time,
And never rests ...
Prepare him a pure,
A chaste eye, forehead undefiled,
Since approaches the holy place,
Children, virgins veiled
Strew roses defoliated
Where the road will go a God!

Fleeing the edges that he was born,
Laban ancient shepherd,
One day before saw him appear
A mysterious stranger.
In the shadows, his eyes wide
Were throwing sparks pale;
His footsteps shook the valley;
The anger swelled his chest,
And the breath of his nostrils
Sounded like the north wind.

In a great silent
They measure a time;
Suddenly one of the other rushes,
Provided the same passion.
Menacants fold their arms,
Their foreheads are struggling, crying their members,
Press their sides pressed their flanks;
As we uproot an oak,
Their trunk balance and tilts
On their knees intertwined.

They both slide into the fight,
And Jacob finally vanquished,
Staggers, falls, and its fall
Angel leads reversed:
Palpitating with fear and rage,
Suddenly the pastor emerges
The arms of the fighter of heaven,
The shade, the press, overcomes,
And its inflated in shame
Poses a victorious knee!

But the fighter that dominates
Jacob encor evil strengthened
Sent to turn on his chest
The weight of the heavenly enemy.
Finally, since the dark hours
Where night fight with shadows,
Sometimes defeated, sometimes winner
Against this rival ignore
He fought until dawn ...
And it was the Spirit of the Lord!

Breath waiting for the Supreme
In a quiet rest;
We are nothing of ourselves
A melodic instrument.
When the finger from above withdraws
Remain silent as the lyre
Who collects his saints transport
Until the mighty hand
Key quivering string
Where to sleep divine agreements.