[Senex jam sum, et cithara mea maestos sonos meminit. Memor
sum noctis illius, qua te per sepulcrum imploravi. Caedes illa amoris nostri
mihi etiam nunc gravis est paradoxon. Mementote quomodo ad infernum desolatum
reverteremur.]
By the endlessness of sorrows, Orpheus dreamed of
demises, of the unbecoming shifting sands in the depths of the black river. The
heaviness of desolation was a silent curse that he must bestow, for the shadow
of yesterdays was never to be abandoned.
The distant glimmer of Elysium was receding
into the early night’s dreams, when the lunar assemblies were lost in the
eclipse, for his was the darkness, having often disappeared like the mellow
song of the moon.
The memories of a garden were preserved in the
tears of fairies, who could only silently implore, of nothingness, of death,
and of hell’s endlessness.
Shanaya was still distant, for in her anger, she could not fathom the depths of human suffering, yet the flute of Orpheus reminded her of lost happiness.
She could only see the deaths of yesterday as
her own, for she might have abandoned love forever. Orpheus was fragile as if
the moon were human, but she could not let him know that she waited in her
heart, that only the sea shall see.
Orpheus could only see the sadness that sought
him in memories.
Thus was the lament of Orpheus on the curse of abandonment,
of sorrows, and endless hell.
Tu nocte maestus advenis; te per sepulcrum
imploro.
Mors paradoxon est.
Caedes est metaphorae, ergo et miseris
sanguineis imperium cresco.
Ergo confusionis declinatio consecuta est.
Spectrum insomne senti, quod ut Orpheus
apparuit; est a paradiso abstinere.
Desolatum est.
Desolatus infernus est.
त्वं रात्रौ शोकग्रस्तः आगच्छसि; अहं श्मशानद्वारा त्वाम् उपयाचे।
मृत्युः एकं रहस्यम् अस्ति।
एषा विरोधाभासस्य हत्या अस्ति, अतः अहं रक्तशोषितेभ्यः दीनेभ्यः
अपि साम्राज्यं वर्धयामि।
तस्मात् भ्रमस्य निवारणम् सिद्धम्।
तम् अस्वापम् प्रेतम् अनुभव, यः ओर्फ़ियस प्रकटितः;
एतत् स्वर्गात् विरतिः अस्ति।
एतत् जनशून्यम् अस्ति।
नरकः निर्जनः अस्ति।
