Vetela Divas Ni Yaad
A Vetela Divas ni yad ma maru Aaj pan rade che..
A karmi vela ne yad ma maru haiyu pan kampe che..
A Bhujata Diva ni zakhi,
ane
MAA ni Aankh na A Aashu..
a Bhukhya pet ni Nidaru,
mari Aankh ne pan jab kave che...
A Vetela Divas ni yad ma maru Aaj pan rade che..
A karmi vela ne yad ma maru haiyu pan kampe che..
Nathi Mobh..Nathi Mobho..Nathi Ghar ke baar...
Nathi koi Valida kero saath....
A Vetela Divas ni yad ma maru Aaj pan rade che..
A karmi vela ne yad ma maru haiyu pan kampe che..
Duniya ne to tyare Moaj Hati,
pan! ! !
Amare to Rotla ni Khot hati...
A Vetela Divas ni yad ma maru Aaj pan rade che..
A karmi vela ne yad ma maru haiyu pan kampe che..
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Con Voi
Mia cara, voglio farvi sapere
Qualcosa che è molto importante per me,
E qualcosa che può essere
Molto importante per lei,
Se apprezzi il mio amore solo
Come valore di tuo.
Mia cara, sono stato con voi per
Come posso ricordare.
Mi ricordo quando eravamo bambini,
E i nostri genitori erano vicini,
E siamo stati vicini, come pure,
Naturalmente
E i nostri genitori sarebbero pianificare 'gioco-date'
Come chiamati li allora e ancora adesso,
E c'era molto di più ad esso.
Si, tua sorella e tuo fratello sarebbe venuto sopra,
E potrebbe appendere fuori con mio fratello, mia sorella e me.
Ricordo che pensavo che le ragazze erano lorde,
E voi, vorrei evitare
E hai pensato che avevo una malattia,
Così sarebbe evitare me, troppo.
Ma, dopo un paio di settimane,
Siamo diventati amici,
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poem by James Roberts
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The Cock and The Fox
Thogh brutal beestes be irrational,
That is to say, wantand, discretioun,
Yit ilk ane in their kindes natural
Has many divers inclinatioun:
The bair busteous, the wold, the wylde lyoun,
The fox fenyeit, craftie and cautelous,
The dog to bark on night and keep the hous.
Sa different they are in properteis
Unknawin unto man and infinite,
In kind havand sa fel diversiteis,
My cunning it excides for to dyte.
Forthy as now, I purpose for to wryte
Ane case I fand whilk fell this other yeer
Betwix ane fox and gentil Chauntecleer.
Ane widow dwelt intill ane drop they dayis
Whilk wan hir food off spinning on hir rok,
And na mair had, forsooth, as the fabill sayis,
Except of hennes scho had ane lyttel flok,
And them to keep scho had one jolie cok,
Right corageous, that to this widow ay
Divided night, and crew before the day.
Ane lyttel fra this foresaid widow's hous,
Ane thornie schaw there was of greet defence,
Wherein ane foxe, craftie and cautelous,
Made his repair and daylie residence,
Whilk to this widow did greet violence
In pyking off pultrie baith day and night,
And na way be revengit on him scho might.
This wylie tod, when that the lark couth sing,
Full sair and hungrie unto the toun him drest,
Were Chauntecleer, in to the gray dawing,
Werie for night, was flowen fra hist nest.
Lowrence this saw and in his mind he kest
The jeperdies, the wayes, and the wyle,
By what menis he might this cok begyle.
Dissimuland in to countenance and cheer,
On knees fell and simuland thus he said,
'Gude morne, my maister, gentil Chantecleer!'
With that the cok start bakwart in ane braid.
'Schir, by my saul, ye need not be effraid,
Nor yit for me to start nor flee abak;
I come bot here service to you to mak.'
'Wald I not serve to you, it wer bot blame,
As I have done to your progenitouris.
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The Brus Book X
[Preparations for battle against John of Lorn]
Quhen Thomas Randell on this wis
Wes takyn as Ik her devys
And send to dwell in gud keping
For spek that he spak to the king,
The gud king that thocht on the scaith
The dispyt and felny bath
That Jhone off Lorne had till him doyn
His ost assemblyt he then sone
And towart Lorn he tuk the way
With his men intill gud aray.
Bot Jhone off Lorn off his cummyng
Lang or he come had wittering,
And men on ilk sid gadryt he
I trow twa thousand thai mycht be
And send thaim for to stop the way
Quhar the gud king behovyt away,
And that wes in an evill plas
That sa strayt and sa narow was
That twasum samyn mycht nocht rid
In sum place off the hillis sid.
The nethyr halff was peralous
For schor crag hey and hydwous
Raucht to the se doun fra the pas,
On athyr halff the montane was
Sua combrous hey and stay
That it was hard to pas that way.
I trow nocht that in all Bretane
Ane heyar hill may fundyn be.
Thar Jhone off Lorne gert his menye
Enbuschyt be abovyn the way,
For giff the king held thar away
He thocht he suld sone vencussyt be,
And himselff held him apon the se
Weill ner the pais with his galayis.
Bot the king that in all assayis
Wes fundyn wys and avisé
Persavyt rycht weill thar sutelte,
And that he neid that gait suld ga.
His men departyt he in twa
And till the gud lord off Douglas
Quham in herbryd all worschip was
He taucht the archerys everilkane
And this gud lord with him has tane
Schyr Alysander Fraser the wycht,
And Wylyam Wysman a gud knycht
And with thaim syne Schyr Androw Gray.
Thir with thar mengne held thar way
And clamb the hill deliverly
And or thai off the tother party
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poem by John Barbour
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The Testament of Cressida (excerpt)
...
Thus chydand with her drerie destenye,
Weiping, scho woik the nicht fra end to end;
Bot all in vane; hir dule, hir cairfull cry,
Micht not remeid, nor yit hir murning mend.
Ane lipper lady rais, and till hir wend,
And said, "Quhy spurnis thow aganis the wall,
To sla thyself, and mend nathing at all?
"Sen thy weiping dowbillis bot thy wo,
I counsall the mak vertew of ane neid;
To leir to clap thy clapper to and fro,
And leir efter the law of lipper leid."
Thair was na buit, bot furth with thame scho yeid,
Fra place to place, quhill cauld and hounger sair
Compellit hir to be ane rank beggair.
That samin tyme of Troy the garnisoun,
Quhilk had to chiftane worthie Troylus,
Throw jeopardie of weir had strikken down
Knichtis of Grece in number marvellous:
With greit tryumphe and laude victorious
Agane to Troy richt royallie they raid,
The way quhair Cresseid with the lipper baid.
Seing that companie, thai come all with ane stevin;
Thay gaif ane cry, and schuik coppis gude speid;
Said, "Worthie lordis, for Goddis lufe of hevin,
To us lipper part of your almous deid."
Than to thair cry nobill Troylus tuik heid,
Having pietie, neir by the place can pas
Quhair Cresseid sat, not witting quhat scho was.
Than upon him scho kest up baith her ene,
And with ane blenk it come into his thocht
That he sumtime hir face befoir had sene;
But scho was in sic plye he knew hir nocht;
Yit than hir luik into his mynd it brocht
The sweit visage and amorous blenking
Of fair Cresseid, sumtyme his awin darling.
Na wonder was, suppois in mynd that he
Tuik hir figure sa sone, and lo! now quhy!
The idole of ane thing in cace may be
Sa deip imprentit in the fantasy,
That it deludis the wittis outwardly,
And sa appeiris in forme and lyke estait
Within the mynd, as it was figurait.
Ane spark of lufe than till his hart culd spring,
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poem by Robert Henryson
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Tentacles of Time
Sadho Ye Murdon Ka Gaon
Peer Mare, Pygambar Mari Hain
Mari Hain Zinda Jogi
Raja Mari Hain, Parja Mari Hain
Mari Hain Baid Aur Rogi
Chanda Mari Hain, Suraj Mari Hain
Mari Hain Dharni Akasa
Chaudan Bhuvan Ke Chaudhry Mari Hain
In Hun Ki Ka Asa
Nauhun Mari Hain, Dus Hun Mari Hain
Mari Hain Sahaj Athasi
Tethis Koti Devata Mari Hain
Badi Kaal Ki Bazi
Naam Anam Anant Rehat Hai
Duja Tatva Na Hoi
Kahe Kabir Suno Bhai Sadho
Bhatak Maro Mat Koi
English Translation
Oh Sadhu This is the Village of the Dead
The Saints Have Died, The God-Messengers Die
The Life-Filled Yogis Die Too |
The Kings Die, The Subjects Die
The Healers and the Sick Die Too ||
The Moon Dies, The Sun Dies
The Earth and Sky Die Too |
Even the Caretakers of the Fourteen Worlds Die
Why Hope For Any of These ||
The Nine Die, The Ten Die
The Eighty Eight Die Easily Too |
The Thirty Three Crore Devatas Die
It's a Big Game of Time ||
The Un-Named Naam Lives Without Any End
There is No Other Truth ||
Says Kabir Listen Oh Sadhu
Don't Get Lost and Die ||
Tu Vuoi Da Me Qualcosa
Tu vuoi da me qualcosa
Tu vuoi da me qualcosa
Tu vuoi da me qualcosa
Sempre
Tu vuoi da me "che cosa"
Tu vuoi da me "che cosa"
Tu vuoi da me
Cosa ti Serve
Tu vuoi da me qualcosa
Tu vuoi da me qualcosa
Tu vuoi da me qualcosa
Sempre
Tu vuoi da me "che cosa"
Tu vuoi da me "che cosa"
Tu vuoi da me
Cosa ti Serve
Ti serve
ti serve
ti serve
ti serve
ti serve
ti serve
Per esser felici per te
Ci vuole "un perch"
Non ti fidi mai
Non ci credi e lo sai
Vuoi qualcosa di pi
E dici che tu
Pretendi da me
Qualcosa che io
Non s!
Che cosa ?...
Che cosa vuoi?...
Che cosa...hai?....
Che cosa c'?....
Tu vuoi da me qualcosa
Tu vuoi da me qualcosa
Tu vuoi da me qualcosa
Sempre
Tu vuoi da me "che cosa"
Tu vuoi da me "che cosa"
Tu vuoi da me
Cosa ti Serve
Ti serve
ti serve
ti serve
ti serve
ti serve
ti serve
Per esser felice per te
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The Brus Book VI
[Sir Ingram Umfraville praises the king;
the men of Galloway pursue him with a tracker dog]
The king is went till his logyng
And off this deid sone come tithing
Till Schyr Ingrame the Umfravill
That thocht his sutelte and gyle
5 Haid al failyeit in that place.
Tharfor anoyit sua he was
That he agayne to Lothyane
Till Schyr Amer his gate has tane
And till him tauld all hale the cas,
10 That tharoff all forwonderyt was
How ony man sa sodanly
Mycht do so gret chevalry
As did the king that him allane
Vengeance off thre traytouris has tane,
15 And said, 'Certis, I may weill se
That it is all certante
That ure helpys hardy men
As be this deid we may ken.
War he nocht outrageous hardy
20 He had nocht unabasytly
Sa smertly sene his avantage.
I drede that his gret vassalag
And his travaill may bring till end
That at men quhile full litill wend.'
25 Sik speking maid he off the king
That ay foroutyn sojournyng
Travaillit in Carrik her and thar.
His men fra him sa scalit war
To purches thar necessite
30 And als the countre for to se
That thai left nocht with him sexty.
And quhen the Gallowais wyst suthli
That he wes with sa few mengye
Thai maid a preve assemble
35 Off wele twa hunder men and ma,
And slewth-hundis with thaim gan ta,
For thai thocht him for to suppris
And giff he fled on ony wys
To folow him with the hundis sua
40 That he suld nocht eschaip thaim fra.
Thai schup thaim in ane evynnyng
To suppris sodanly the king
And tillhim held thai straucht thar way,
Bot he, that had his wachis ay
45 On ilk sid, off thar cummyng
Lang or thai come had wyttering
And how fele that thai mycht be,
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poem by John Barbour
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The Brus Book XVIII
Only Berwick remains in English hands; a burgess offers to betray it]
The lordis off the land war fayne
Quhen thai wist he wes cummyn agan
And till him went in full gret hy,
And he ressavit thaim hamlyly
5 And maid thaim fest and glaidsum cher,
And thai sa wonderly blyth wer
Off his come that na man mycht say,
Gret fest and fayr till him maid thai.
Quharever he raid all the countre
10 Gaderyt in daynte him to se,
Gret glaidschip than wes in the land.
All than wes wonnyn till his hand,
Fra the Red Swyre to Orknay
Wes nocht off Scotland fra his fay
15 Outakyn Berwik it allane.
That tym tharin wonnyt ane
That capitane wes of the toun,
All Scottismen in suspicioun
He had and tretyt thaim tycht ill.
20 He had ay to thaim hevy will
And held thaim fast at undre ay,
Quhill that it fell apon a day
That a burges Syme of Spalding
Thocht that it wes rycht angry thing
25 Suagate ay to rebutyt be.
Tharfor intill his hart thocht he
That he wald slely mak covyne
With the marchall, quhays cosyne
He had weddyt till him wiff,
30 And as he thocht he did belyff.
Lettrys till him he send in hy
With a traist man all prively,
And set him tym to cum a nycht
With leddrys and with gud men wicht
35 Till the kow yet all prively,
And bad him hald his trist trewly
And he suld mete thaim at the wall,
For his walk thar that nycht suld fall.
[The marischal shows the letter to the king,
who seeks to avoid jealousy between Douglas and Moray]
Quhen the marchell the lettre saw
40 He umbethocht him than a thraw,
For he wist be himselvyn he
Mycht nocht off mycht no power be
For till escheyff sa gret a thing,
And giff he tuk till his helping
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poem by John Barbour
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DElusa
Sei tu che quando balli cos, mi vuoi provocare
e lo sai cos' che scateni tu, dentro di me!
E... s, continua pure cos, che vai bene
e lo sai, ti dir sempre di
s....... io muoio per te!
Sei tu che quando balli cos in televisione
chiss com' orgoglioso di te tuo pap!
E.... s che il gioco bello cos.... solo "guardare"
per quel Boncompagni l ..... secondo me...........
Ehi tu "delusa"
attenta che chi troppo "abusa"
rischia poi di pi......
Sei tu che dici sempre cos "non chiamarmi amore"!
Perch? gli amori fatti cos, che cosa sono per te!
Eh.... s che se ti muovi cos,
mi vuoi far morire.....
e lo vuoi, che io ti guardi cos......
altro che!
Ehi tu "delusa"
attenta che chi troppo "abusa"
rischia un po'....... un po' di e se c' il lupo.... rischi tu!
Ehi tu "delusa".......
che cosa voi che sia "una scusa"....
stai pur l.... che io lo so
che cosa il Sesso e il Rock'N'Roll!
Ti vesti sempre cos.... anche in casa?
Perch?.... di spettatori l.....
non ce n'?!
Eh....s!...pap geloso
e cos..... non ti lascia uscire!..... Per "in televisione" s.....
chiss perch!.....
Ehi tu "delusa"
attenta che chi troppo "abusa"
rischia un po'....... un po' di pi......
e se c' il lupo.... rischi tu!
Ehi tu "delusa".......
che cosa voi che sia "una scusa"....
stai pur l.... che io lo so
che cosa il Sesso e il Rock'N'Roll!
Ehi tu "delusa"
che cosa vuoi che "sia una scusa"....
"divertiti"..... e fa il tuo show!.....
che questo Sesso,
Rock'N'Roll!......
song performed by Vasco Rossi
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Quelli Che Non Hanno Et (Gabry Ponte Power Remix)
Siamo noi
Siamo solo noi quelli che
Quelli che non hanno et
E comunque andr
Non si fermeranno mai
Siamo noi sempre solo noi quelli che
Quelli che non hanno et
E chi arriver
Si ricorder di noi
Figli dell'eternit
Sempre in cerca di grandi perch
Nemici di un tempo che va
Dove un re non c'
Come stelle che firmano il blu
E che lasciano in cielo una scia
E' la vita la nostra virt
Cos sia
Siamo noi
Siamo solo noi quelli che
Quelli che non hanno et
E comunque andr
Non si fermeranno mai
Siamo noi sempre solo noi quelli che
Quelli che non hanno et
E chi arriver
Si ricorder di noi
C' una vecchia canzone che va
Testimone del tempo che fu
Conserva la sua dignit
E di chi non c' pi
Come amici di vent'anni fa
Chiusi dentro a una fotografia
Che il domani non canceller
Cos sia
Siamo noi
Siamo solo noi quelli che
Quelli che non hanno et
E comunque andr
Non si fermeranno mai
Siamo noi sempre solo noi quelli che
Quelli che non hanno et
E chi arriver
Si ricorder di noi
Come l'anima oltre il muro del tempo
Il segno che lasci vivr
Siamo noi
siamo solo noi quelli che
Quelli che non hanno et
E comunque andr
Non si fermeranno mai
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The Brus Book XIV
[Edward Bruce goes to Ireland]
The erle off Carrik Schyr Edward,
That stoutar wes than a libard
And had na will to be in pes,
Thocht that Scotland to litill wes
5 Till his brother and him alsua,
Tharfor to purpos gan he ta
That he off Irland wald be king.
Tharfor he send and had tretyng
With the Irschery off Irland,
10 That in thar leawte tuk on hand
Off all Irland to mak him king
With-thi that he with hard fechting
Mycht ourcum the Inglismen
That in the land war wonnand then,
15 And thai suld help with all thar mycht.
And he that hard thaim mak sic hycht
Intill his hart had gret liking
And with the consent of the king
Gadryt him men off gret bounte
20 And at Ayr syne schippyt he
Intill the neyst moneth of Mai,
Till Irland held he straucht his wai.
He had thar in his cumpany
The Erle Thomas that wes worthi
25 And gud Schyr Philip the Mowbray
That sekyr wes in hard assay,
Schyr Jhone the soullis ane gud knycht
And Schyr Jhone Stewart that wes wycht
The Ramsay als of Ouchterhous
30 That wes wycht and chevalrous
And Schyr Fergus off Ardrossane
And other knychtis mony ane.
In Wolringis Fyrth aryvyt thai
Sauffly but bargan or assay
35 And send thar schippis hame ilkan.
A gret thing have thai undretane
That with sa quhoyne as thai war thar
That war sex thousand men but mar
Schup to werray all Irland,
40 Quhar thai sall se mony thousand
Cum armyt on thaim for to fycht,
But thocht thai quhone war thai war wicht,
And forout drede or effray
In twa bataillis tuk thar way
45 Towart Cragfergus it to se.
[The Scots defeat the lords of Ulster]
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Ogni Volta
E ogni volta che viene giorno
ogni volta che ritorno
ogni volta che cammino
e mi sembra di averti vicino
ogni volta che mi guardo intorno
ogni volta che non me ne accorgo
ogni volta che viene giorno.
E ogni volta che mi sveglio
ogni volta che mi sbaglio
ogni volta che sono sicuro
e ogni volta che mi sembra solo
ogni volta che mi viene in mente
qualche cosa che non c'entra niente
ogni volta...
E ogni volta che non sono coerente
e ogni volta che non importante
ogni volta che qualcuno si preoccupa per me
ogni volta che non c'
proprio quanto la stavo cercando
ogni volta...
ogni volta quando....
E ogni volta torna sera e la paura
e ogni volta torna sera e la paura....
E ogni volta che non c'entro
ogni volta che non sono stato
ogni volta che non guardo in faccia a niente
e ogni volta che dopo piango
ogni volta che rimango
con la testa tra le mani
e rimando tutto a domani.
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Lo Show
Quello che so
che dentro di me
tutto logico
quell'atmosfera di festa che ho
dentro allo stomaco.
"Fa' che non sia un'altra vana bugia!"
contano su di me!
E stai tranquillo che non andr via
io sono qui per te!
Quando quel suono diventer "blu"..
sar l'inizio....
crescer piano e ti scender
gi
gi come un brivido!
Quando di colpo comincia lo show
sta' pure certo che
questa la volta che volerai su....
volerai via con me! Eh!.....
Quello che so
che tu sentirai
tutta la rabbia che ho
io sono qui
e tu conti su me....
pensa che ridere!
Per me che conta soltanto la mia
di solitudine!
Per una sera speriamo che sia
almeno utile!
Quello che so...
quello che ho...
io non lo so......
e spiegamelo tu!
Per me che conta soltanto la mia
di solitudine!
Per una sera speriamo che sia
almeno utile!
Quello che so................
quello che ho................
Quello che so................
quello che ho................
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Hai Ragione Tu
Scusa se pretendo
dalla vita quello che
forse non saggio
voglio sempre chiss che.
Grazie per l'affetto
ma non voglio che ti di
... di troppo disturbo
e ho pensato gi che hai
che hai......
(hai) Ragione Tu!
Come sei forte
pensi a tutto te
rilassati che forse
mi va bene quel che c'.
Toglimi di dosso
quelle mani che mi di...
sono gi depresso
e lo so perfino che hai
che hai....
hai ragione tu!
hai ragione tu!
hai ragione tu!
(Ora che hai riso
lascia almeno che
togliti di torno
lo so gi che giorno !
Sono gi in crisi
non importa che
lascia che respiri
dimmi cosa vuoi da me)
Hai ragione tu!
Scusa se pretendo
dalla vita quello che
forse non saggio
voglio sempre chiss che.
Ma toglimi di dosso
quelle mani che mi di...
sono gi depresso
e lo so perfino che hai
che hai......
Ragione Tu!
hai ragione tu!
hai ragione tu!
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Bhida bhitare
Kahaku chinhe na athi
Chhinhe kebala a bhia bhitare Maa ku
Aau kebala sun ta katha
Mo maa drusti rakhichhi mo upare
Aau mu achhi nirbhayare.
Ajathare mo maa uchharena sabdatie
Maa pakhare mu thain purna asirbada pai
Aai hasi hasi thaen dukha kemiti aase
Aau jae parena jani mu maa pakhare.
Daya prema karunara
pratimurty mo maa
Purna kumbha basae mo maa
Tara dekhae janha dekhae
Aakasha dekhae mo maa
Muka patiki bhasa die mo maa
Andha aakhiki drusti die mo maa
De debata kete kouthi jane na
Jane mo maa sabu debadebi upare
Jane jie mote dhari rakhichhi sie maa
Sabu sabu satya santira samrajyare.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Hymn to Pan
Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
Coem with Apollo in bridal dress
(Spheperdess and pythoness)
Come with Artemis, silken shod,
And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,
In the moon, of the woods, on the marble mount,
The dimpled dawn of of the amber fount !
Dip the purple of passionate prayer
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
The soul that startles in eyes of blue
To watch thy wantoness weeping through
The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
And body and brain -come over the sea,
(Io Pan ! Io Pan !)
Devil or god, to me, to me,
My man ! my man !
Come with trumpets sounding shrill
Over the hill !
Come with drums low muttering
From the spring !
Come with flute and come with pipe !
Am I not ripe ?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion, and sharp as an asp-
Come, O come !
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
All devourer, all begetter;
Give me the sign of the Open Eye
And the token erect of thorny thigh
And the word of madness and mystery,
O pan ! Io Pan !
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Pan Pan ! Pan,
I am a man:
Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,
O Pan ! Io Pan !
Io pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Iam awake
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The Brus Book III
The lord of Lorn attacks the king's men]
The lord off Lorne wonnyt thar-by
That wes capitale ennymy
To the king for his emys sak
Jhon Comyn, and thocht for to tak
5 Vengeance apon cruell maner.
Quhen he the king wyst wes sa ner
He assemblyt his men in hy,
And had intill his cumpany
The barounys off Argyle alsua.
10 Thai war a thousand weill or ma
And come for to suppris the king
That weill wes war of thar cummyng.
Bot all to few with him he had
The-quhethir he bauldly thaim abaid,
15 And weill ost at thar fryst metyng
War layd at erd but recoveryng.
The kingis folk full weill thaim bar
And slew and fellyt and woundyt sar,
Bot the folk off the tother party
20 Faucht with axys sa fellyly,
For thai on fute war everilkane,
That thai feile off thar hors has slayne,
And till sum gaiff thai woundis wid.
James off Douglas wes hurt that tyd
25 And als Schyr Gilbert de le Hay.
The king his men saw in affray
And his ensenye can he cry
And amang thaim rycht hardyly
He rad that he thaim ruschyt all
30 And fele off thaim thar gert he fall.
Bot quhen he saw thai war sa feill
And saw thaim swa gret dyntis deill
He dred to tyne his folk, forthi
His men till him he gan rely
35 And said, 'Lordyngis, foly it war
Tyll us for till assembill mar,
For thai fele off our hors has slayn,
And giff yhe fecht with thaim agayn
We sall tyne off our small mengye
40 And our selff sall in perill be.
Tharfor me thynk maist avenand
To withdraw us us defendand
Till we cum out off thar daunger,
For our strenth at our hand is ner.'
45 Then thai withdrew thaim halely
Bot that wes nocht full cowartly
For samyn intill a sop held thai
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Ci Credi
Non vorrei fare pi canzoni fino a quando
non me lo chiedono pi
sto diventando quasi isterico e non ne posso pi
guarda che bella sorpresa la vita
quando credevo che fosse finita
arrivi tu!
arrivi tu!
E adesso vado a letto presto come gli altri
e non sono pi
quello che andava sempre a letto tardi
e dormo di pi
guarda che bella sorpresa la vita
che ad un certo punto ti svegli E' FINITA
e non ritorna pi
e non ritorna pi
Adesso voglio una vita diversa
da quella l
inutile che tu mi guardi di traverso io sono sempre qui
che la vita che cambia che cambia
che ti svegli e non ma quella che credevi tu
Quante cose che si muovono che si dicono che si credono
quante cose che si pensano, e poi cambiano........
Non che sono pi felice di una volta
o forse s
che alla fine ogni cosa ti stanca tutto qui
guarda che bella sorpresa la vita
che ad un certo punto ti svegli E' FINITA
e non ritorna pi
e non ritorna pi
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The Brus Book V
The king goes to Carrick; he upbraids Cuthbert]
Thys wes in ver quhen wynter tid
With his blastis hidwys to bid
Was ourdryvyn and byrdis smale
As turturis and the nychtyngale
5 Begouth rycht sariely to syng
And for to mak in thar singyng
Swete notis and sounys ser
And melodys plesand to her
And the treis begouth to ma
10 Burgeans and brycht blomys alsua
To wyn the helynd of thar hevid
That wykkyt wynter had thaim revid,
And all gressys beguth to spryng.
Into that tyme the nobill king
15 With his flote and a few mengye
Thre hunder I trow thai mycht be,
Is to the se oute off Arane
A litill forouth evyn gane.
Thai rowit fast with all thar mycht
20 Till that apon thaim fell the nycht
That woux myrk apon gret maner
Sua that thai wyst nocht quhar thai wer
For thai na nedill had na stane,
Bot rowyt alwayis intill ane
25 Sterand all tyme apon the fyr
That thai saw brynnand lycht and schyr.
It wes bot aventur thaim led
And thai in schort tyme sa thaim sped
That at the fyr aryvyt thai
30 And went to land but mair delay.
And Cuthbert that has sene the fyr
Was full of angyr and off ire,
For he durst nocht do it away
And wes alsua doutand ay
35 That his lord suld pas to se.
Tharfor thar cummyng waytit he
And met thaim at thar aryving.
He wes wele sone brocht to the kimg
That speryt at him how he had done,
40 And he with sar hart tauld him sone
How that he fand nane weill luffand
Bot all war fayis that he fand,
And that the lord the Persy
With ner thre hunder in cumpany
45 Was in the castell thar besid
Fullfillyt of dispyt and prid
Bot ma than twa partis off his rowt
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The Brus Book VII
[The king escapes from the hound]
The king towart the wod is gane
Wery forswayt and will of wane
Intill the wod sone entryt he
And held doun towart a vale
5 Quhar throu the woid a watter ran.
Thidder in gret hy wend he than
And begouth for to rest him thar
And said he mycht no forthirmar.
His man said, 'Schyr, it may nocht be.
10 Abyd ye her ye sall son se
Fyve hunder yarnand you to sla,
And thai ar fele aganys us twa.
And sen we may nocht dele with mycht
Help us all that we may with slycht.'
15 The king said, 'Sen that thou will sua,
Ga furth, and I sall with the ga.
Bot Ik haiff herd oftymys say
That quha endlang a watter ay
Wald waid a bow-draucht he suld ger
20 Bathe the slouth-hund and his leder
Tyne the sleuth men gert him ta.
Prove we giff it will now do sa,
For war yone devillis hund away
I roucht nocht off the lave perfay.'
25 As he dyvisyt thai haiff doyn
And entryt in the watter sone
And held down endlang thar way,
And syne to the land yeid thai
And held thar way as thai did er.
30 And Jhone off Lorn with gret affer
Come with hys rout rycht to the place
Quhar that his fyve men slane was.
He menyt thaim quhen he thaim saw
And said eftre a litill thraw
35 That he suld veng thar bloude,
Bot otherwayis the gamyn youde.
Thar wald he mak na mar dwelling
Bot furth in hy folowit the king.
Rycht to the burn thai passyt war,
40 Bot the sleuth-hund maid styntyn thar
And waveryt lang tyme to and fra
That he na certane gate couth ga,
Till at the last that Jhon of Lorn
Persavyt the hund the slouth had lorn
45 And said, 'We haiff tynt this travaill.
To pas forthyr may nocht availe
For the void is bath braid and wid
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