دار بيبليون
Nietzsche’s cry
And the awakening of Buddha
Poem by Lwiis Saliba, Read on Zoom, Translated from French
I – Nietzsche’s cry :
God is dead
May God’s mercy be upon him.
God is dead thanks to God, we say: Thank God
Long ago we invented him,
Then he created us, we worshipped him.
So in our image we thought him.
Terrifyingly frightening, so we feared him.
He was burning with fire! Severe is his punishment
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He is far away and now resides in the Most High.
We have worshipped our ego in him.
Buildings have been erected for it.
We have made him a creator of the soul,
Destroyer of the spirit (Ruh) and its flame.
We have, in his name, made contradictory
Lawful and unlawful of things to be conceived
Where our interest was mixed with power.
Enslaving the woman and killing the human being.
Strangling children and eating the inhuman.
Imprisoning the mind and captivating our soul.
Suppressing uprisings without getting the blame.
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God is dead…
Come out of your caves, go break your chains.
Slavery will never again be in pain…
It will not return for this very reason
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God is dead…
Let’s have his funeral
Let us free our minds
Panic is derailed
Fear is diminished
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God is dead…
But where are his “exclusive agents”?
Who then cry out and mourn their abusive power
And who are deprived of… accumulated goods?
It is in his name always that they have dominated us,
Freedoms suppressed, scandals perpetrated.
A sharpened trade, too late to regret!
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Around his remains today gathered
The news of his death is now hidden.
And hiding this secret is proof that they are lying.
Their sun slowly begins to set.
Clinging to each of its rays tempts them…
The time of shame is over for them,
Sooner or later they go, without a glance behind them
No, the thing is not so strange to me it must be said:
That you are mortal. So are they, and that’s worse!
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II – The awakening of Buddha
Is God dead?!
O soul, do not ask why ‘die’?
O soul, in the invisible cease to run.
With effort and patience, the ascent must come.
Realization: the path from self to self.
What does it matter if from nothingness one has come to thee.
The exhaustion of thinking about these matters will be
Followed by heavy regrets to find joy again.
You must aim at the target and recover the path.
And then a day will come when you will awaken,
Your soul freed then…You will find!
Delhi 18/02/2000
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