pe-o navă de lemn ales
din sparta
cu vâslele zorind valurile-nspumate
cu vânt
o navă de lemn făurită din lemnul ales
al peloponezului
cu două mii de ani în urmă
am adunat versurile grecilor și dacilor
să plecăm la lupta cea mare
să eliberăm onoarea dintre zidurile
troiei
și s-o purtăm până în cetatea
sarmizegetusa
nu-i o luptă pe viață și pe moarte
n-o să curgă sânge amestecat
cu săgeți vâjâind
ci împlinită de cuvinte slobozite aidoma
unor sulițe ascuțite meșteșugite
de spirit
gata să pătrundă prea iute în
inimile dacilor
rugându-se la preotul lor zalmoxe
și ale grecilor arme zornâind
gata să fie azvârlite de mâna fără sfârșit
a lui zeus
și să se-ntâlnească sus de tot în
lumea poeziei
de la gea – sentimentele
de la marte – puterea
căci n-a plecat nava din sparta
să spele onoarea pătată de troieni
ci pentru-a sădi frumosul în spuma
mării egee
scoasă din farmecele lui circe
scoasă din chemările înșelătoare
ale sirenelor
și vâslită până în marea neagră în
sufletul dacilor
aprilie 2022
on a ship of chosen wood
from sparta
with oars rushing the foam-ridden waves
with
wind
a ship carved out of chosen wood
from the peloponnes
two thousand years ago
I gathered the lines of the greeks & dacians
to depart for the big battle
to free the honour from the walls of
troy
and to wear it unto the fortress
sarmizegetusa
it’s not a life-and-death fight
it won’t spill blood woven into
whizzing arrows
but fulfilled with words released as
sharp spears crafted by
the spirit
ready to penetrate too quickly into
the hearts of the dacians
praying with their priest zalmoxes
and the weapons of the greeks clinking
ready to be thrown by the endless hand
of zeus
and meet up very high in
the world of poetry
from gea – the sentiments
from mars – the power
cause the ship didn’t leave sparta
to vindicate the tarnished honour
of the troyans
but to instill beauty into the foam of
the aegean sea
liberated from circe’s charms
liberated from the deceitful wailing
of the sirens
and oar-propelled to the black sea up
to the souls of the dacians
σε ένα πλοίο εκλεκτής ξυλείας
από τη σπάρτη
με τα κουπιά να βάζουν σε γρηγοράδα τα κύματα που αφρίζουν
από τον άνεμο
ένα πλοίο φτιαγμένο από την εκλεκτή ξυλεία
της πελοποννήσου
πριν από δύο χιλιάδες χρόνια
μαζέψαμε τους στίχους των ελλήνων και των δακών
για να πάμε στον μεγάλο αγώνα
για την απελευθέρωση της τιμής φυλακισμένης στα τείχη
της τροίας
και να την πάμε μέχρι την πόλη
ζαρμιζεγεθούσα
δεν είναι αγώνας ζωής και θανάτου
δεν θα ρέει αίμα ανάμεικτο
με βέλη να βουίζουν
αλλά γεμάτος με λόγια χύμα όμοια
με αιχμηρά δόρατα κατασκευασμένα
από το πνεύμα
και έτοιμα να διεισδύσουν πολύ γρήγορα
στις καρδιές των δακών
ενώ προσεύχονται στον ζαλμόξε, τον ιερέα τους
και των ελλήνων, τα όπλα τους να βροντούν
έτοιμα να πεταχτούν από το ατελείωτο χέρι
του θεού
και να συναντηθούν πολύ ψηλά
στον κόσμο της ποίησης
από την γαία – τα συναισθήματα
από τον άρη – την δύναμη
γιατί δεν έχει φύγει το πλοίο από τη σπάρτη
για να ξεπλύνει την τιμή στιγματισμένη από τους τρώες
αλλά να φυτέψει την ομορφιά στον αφρό
του αιγαίου πελάγους
βγαλμένη από τα μάγια της κίρκης
βγαλμένη από τα απατηλά καλέσματα
των σειρήνων
και σταλμένη με κωπηλασίες μέχρι την μαύρη θάλασσα
στην ψυχή των δακών
απρίλιος 2022