quarta-feira, 26 de agosto de 2009

MEERA BAI..."SATI NA HOSYAN GIRDHAR GANSYAN MHARA MAN MOHO GHANANAMI"...ao Mestre Valdemar!...e a São Martinho de Mouros!

O my Prince

This infamy.O my Prince
is delicious!
Some revile me,
others applaud.
I simply follow my incomprehensible road
A razor thin path
but you meet some good people,
A terrible path but you hear a true word
Turn back?
Because the wretched stare and see nothing?
O Mira´s Lord is noble and dark,
and slanderers
rake only themselves
over the coals.

MEERA BAI, a Rajput princess, was born in Kudki ( Kurki ), a little village near Merta in northwest India, c.1498

sexta-feira, 19 de junho de 2009

Siddhãrtha Gautama..."Buddham saranam gacchami.Dhammam saranam gacchami.Sangham saranam gacchami."

THE JUST


Whoever settles a matter by violence is not just.
The wise calmly considers what is right and what is wrong.
Whoever guides others by a procedure
that is nonviolent and fair
is said to be a guardian of truth, wise and just.

A person is not wise simply because one talks much.
Whoever is patient, free from hate and fear,
is said to be wise.

A person is not a supporter of justice
simple because one talks much.
Even if a person has learned little,
whoever discerns justice with the body
and does not neglect justice is a supporter of justice.

A person is not an elder
simply because one's head is gray.
Age can be ripe, but one may be called "old in vain."
The one in whom there is truth,
virtue, nonviolence, restraint, moderation,
whoever is free from impurity and is wise,
may be called an elder.

Mere talk or beauty of complexion does not make
an envious, greedy, dishonest person become respectable.
The one in whom all these are destroyed,
torn out by the very root,
who is free from hate and is wise, is called respectable.

Not by a shaven head does one who is undisciplined
and speaks falsely become an ascetic.
Can a person be an ascetic
who is still enslaved by desire and greed?
Whoever always quiets wrong tendencies, small or large,
is called an ascetic, because of having quieted all wrong.

A person is not a mendicant
simply because one bags from others.
Whoever adopts the whole truth is a mendicant,
not the one who adopts only a part.
Whoever is above good and bad and is chaste,
who carefully passes through the world in meditation,
is truly called a mendicant.

A person does not become a sage by silence,
if one is foolish and ignorant;
but the wise one, who, holding a scale,
takes what is good and avoids what is bad,
is a sage for that reason.
Whoever in this world weighs both sides
is called a sage because of that.

A person is not a noble,
because one injures living beings.
One is called noble,
because one does not injure living beings.

Not only by discipline and vows,
not only by much learning,
nor by deep concentration nor by sleeping alone
do I reach the joy of release which the worldly cannot know.

Mendicant, do not be confident
until you have reached the extinction of impurities.


Siddhãrtha Gautama, ( 563 BC, Lumbini, Nepal - 483 BC, Kushinagar, India )

sexta-feira, 22 de maio de 2009

MWANA KUPONA...Poetess...Africa,my Africa!

NEGEMA "Come near me"

Negema wangu binti
Mchachefu wa sanati
Upulike wasiati
Asa ukazingatia.

Maradhi yamenishika
Hata yametimu mwaka
Sikupata kutamka
Neno lema kukwambia.

Alinioa babako
Kwafuraha na kicheko
Tusondoleane mbeko
Siku zote twalokaa.

Yalipokuya faradhi
Kanikariria radhi
Kashukuru kafawidhi
Moyo wangu katoshea.

Mwenye kutungo nudhumu
Ni bharibu mwenye hamu
Na ubora wa ithimu
Rabbi tamghufiria.

Ina lake mufahamu
Ni mtaraji karimu
Mwana kupona mshamu
Pate alikozaliwa.

Tarikhiye kwa yakini
Ni alifu wa miyateni
Hamsa wa sabini
Hizi zote hirijia.

Mwana Kupona binti Msham, ( 1790 - Pate island ; 1860 - Lamu island ) Africa.

"Come near me, my daughter
I am unworthy of God's award
Listen to my advice
May be you will follow it

I have fallen ill
It is a year now since I became sick
I have not taken time
To offer you advice.

Your father married me
In a joyous ceremony
We respected each other
All the days we lived together

When his fate came
He blessed me repeatedly
He thankfully and peacefully died
And I was contented in my heart.

The composer of this work
Is a sorrowful widow
The worst of her sins.
The lord will forgive

Her name, take note
She is
Mwana Kupona Mshamu
Born at Pate

The date
of the poem
is 1275
(A.H.ca 1858)"

sábado, 9 de maio de 2009

Juan Wallparrimachi Mayta...Mamay...para ti...

Mamay - mi madre


Ima phuyun jaqay phuyu,

yanayasqaj wasaykamun?

mamaypaj waqayninchari

paraman tukuspa jamun.


"Qué nube puede ser aquella nube

que obscurecida se aproxima?

será tal vez el llanto de mi madre

que viene en lluvia convertido."


Tukuytapis inti k'anchan,

noqayllatas manapuni.

tukuypajpis kusi kawsan,

noqay waqaspallapuni.


"El sol alumbra a todos

menos a mí.

No falta dicha para nadie;

mas para mí solo hay dolor."


Pujyumanta aswan ashkata

má rejsispa waqarqani,

mana pipas pichaj kajtin

noqallataj mulip'urqani.


"Porque no pude conocerla

lloré más harto que la fuente,

y porque no hubo quien me asista

mis proprias lágrimas bebí."


Yakumanpis urmaykuni,

"Yaku, apallawayña", nispa.

Yakupis aqoykamuwan

"Riyraj, mask'amuyraj", nispa.


"También al agua me arrojé

queriendo que ella me arrastrara.

Pero el agua me echó a la orilla

diciéndome:"Anda aún a buscarla."


Paychus sonqoyta rikunman,

yawar qhochapi wayt'asqán,

khishkamanta jarap'asqa,

pay jinallataj waqasqan.


"Si ella viera mi corazón,

cómo nada en lago de sangre.

Envuelto en maraña de espinas,

lo mismo que ella está llorando."



Juan Wallparrimachi Mayta, sutiyuq runaqa ( 1793 watapi paqarisqa, 1814 watapi wañusca ), Qhichwa simillapi qillqaqsi karkqan. (poeta guerrillero, nació en el pueblo de Macha, provincia Chayanta del departmento de


quinta-feira, 30 de abril de 2009

HORACIO ...CARPE DIEM...para o Johnny!

Odes I,,11.8

Tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, quem
mihi, quem tibi

finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec
Babylonios

temptaris numeros, ut melius, quidquid
erit, pati.

seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter
ultimam,

quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus
mare

Tyrrhenum:sapias, vina liques et
spatio brevi

spem longam reseces.dum loquimur,
fugerit invida

aetas:CARPE DIEM quam minimum
credula postero.

Quintus Horatius Flaccus, (Venusia - Apulia, 65 a.c. - 8 a.c. Roma)



"Não indagues muito:é cruel querer saber
que fim nos reservaram os deuses;nem
fiques consultando os números babilônios.
´Pode ser que Júpiter te conceda muitos invernos,
ou sómente este último, como expressa agora
o mar Tirreno ao bater nas rochas.
Sê sensato, bebe teu vinho e abrevia as longas esperanças,
pois o tempo foge enquanto aqui parlamos.
CURTE O DIA DE HOJE - não te fies no futuro!"

"Mejor será aceptar lo que venga,
ya sean muchos los inviernos que Júpiter
te conceda, o sea éste el último,
el que ahora hace que el mar Tirreno
rompa contra los opuestos cantiles.
No seas loca, filtra tus vinos
y adapta al breve espacio de tu vida
una esperanza larga.
Mientras hablamos, huye el tiempo envidioso.
VIVE EL DÍA DE HOY, no fíes del incierto mañana."

"Don't ask(it's forbidden to know)what final fate the gods
have

what end the gods will give me or you, Leuconoe.Don´t
play with Babylonian

fortune-telling either.It is better to endure whatever will
be.

Whether Jupiter has allotted to you many more winters or
this final one

which even now wears out the Tyrrhenian sea on the
rocks placed opposite

- be smart, drink your wine.Scale back your long hopes

to a short period.While we speak, envious time will have
(already)fled

SEIZE THE DAY and place no trust in tomorrow."

sexta-feira, 17 de abril de 2009

Li Qingzhao "as almas das poetizas são todas feitas de luz, como a dos astros:não ofuscam, iluminam..."

The flowers are all right

My sleep last night was troubled by a violent storm outside,
and when i work i still felt dizzy from the lingering effect of wine;
Anxiously i asked the maid who rolled up the bamboo curtains,
to my surprise came her reply, "the flowers are all right."
But that's impossible, and don't you know all would remain a scene,
of petals fallen and leaves of their company sorrowfully deprived!

Li Quingzhao, (1084 dc. - c. 1151 dc.), Licheng, China

domingo, 5 de abril de 2009

Yeshua..."o meu nome não interessa..."...para ti...meu Irmão.

Abvum D'bashmaia

Abvum D'bashmaia
Netcádash shimóch
Teté malcutách una
Nehué tcevianách aicana d'bashimáia af b'arha
Hóvlan lácma d'suncanán iaomána
Uashbocan háubein uahtehín aicána dáf quinan shbuocán l'haiabéin
Uéla tahlan l'nesiúna, éla patssan min bixa
Metúl diláhie malcutá uaháila uateshbúcta láhlám,
Almín.

Yeshua, ( c.06 a.c. - c.30 d.c. ), Belém, Judéia.