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Tormented by grief, yesterday, far from people, I languished Alone in a shady grove, consumed by his own heart. For I fell in love with one medicine in severe suffering: Talk quietly with your soul alone. The wind talked with the singing of birds in the green crowns, Strong, healing sleep sent down from the branches Even to the one whose soul was suffocating. All around in the trees Sweet-voiced, light-hearted, warm sunshine friends The grasshoppers sang, filling the entire forest with their wonderful babbling. Immediately a cool stream washed my feet, Quietly flowing through the damp grove. And I, as before, I suffered from the same pain - it didn’t make me feel any better. I neglected everything that surrounded me, because A mind immersed in melancholy cannot accept joy. My frenzied mind revolved inside me like a whirlwind, and lasted The battle of incompatible ideas is fierce within him. Who am I? Who was I? Who will I be? I don’t know clearly; Anyone who is wiser than me does not know this either. Hidden by the fog, I wander here and there in vain: I didn’t even find a shadow of what I was looking for. We are all wanderers, and the lowlands are not alien to us all; on all of us The oppression of the satiated flesh lies like a dark cloud. Indeed, those who have succeeded more than others are wiser than me, By removing from the hearts the lies that have arisen in them. I exist. Think about it: what does this mean? Disappeared Something in me; but I am different now; then Again I will be different if I am. I am not immutable: A fast and muddy stream, always rushing away. Which of the three would you call me? Which one is “me”, answer me. Just make sure that “I” doesn’t leave you. You can't cross the same river twice, And a person cannot be seen the same way twice. I was in the flesh of my father, then my mother took me in, Like their mutual fruit. Becoming formless flesh, Inhuman, vague, shameful, without mind and consciousness, I was in my mother, as if in a dark coffin. We live only for decay, from grave to grave. And in ways As I walked through my life, I saw only years wasted in everything, Adding to my disastrous old age. If by death Eternity, incorruptibility will accept me, as it was said, Think about it: isn’t life disastrous and, on the contrary, isn’t life Will you find yourself in death, contrary to your usual thoughts? I am so insignificant - why do troubles oppress me as if I were strong? No, always one for day-old creatures, Akin, unshakable, eternal - and, coming out of the womb, First of all, I shed a tear, mourning all those The disasters that I later had to face in life Before he could even touch life itself. Somewhere, as in ancient times on Crete, there are no wild animals, There is also a country where snow is unknown; But among mortals no one can boast that from now on He managed to move without experiencing life's troubles. Weakness and poverty, birth, death, enmity, scoundrels, Animals of the earth and seas, hardships - all this is life. I have seen many painful disasters and grave misfortunes, I have never met a blessing devoid of sorrows Since those damned times, when I accepted bitter punishment, Having tasted death and experienced the fierce envy of the enemy. I turn to you, unhealed flesh, hater My benevolent one, who always strikes me down, The painfully caressing beast, the chilling fire is a miracle, It’s a great miracle if you can please me. I will also turn to the soul to say a worthy word: Who are you? Where? Why are you dragging a corpse on yourself? Who tied you with strong ties to life, what Is gravity pushing you down to the ground? How did you mix it, answer me Body and mind, plump with spirit, heavy with light? They fight against each other in an eternal struggle. If you came into life sown with flesh, then alas for me: How I would like to avoid these disastrous bonds! I am the image of God, but I also turned out to be the son of shame; I am ashamed to call lust the mother of my honor. I was conceived by the flow of what has faded away; today I am mortal, Tomorrow is not mortal, but dust: the bitterness of the last hopes. If you are something heavenly, who are you, where are you from, tell me. If you are God's portion or His breath, - As you yourself believe, throw away the lies and I will believe. In something pure there is no impurity to be found. Darkness is not the destiny of the sun; an unclean spirit cannot To be a creature of light. How is it that you Driven by the evil impulse of the destructive Belial, If you are mixed with the Spirit of heaven? And why Even with this Helper, do you gravitate towards the earth? Oh woe! How your destructive sin is inexpressibly strong! If you, soul, in me, are not from God, what is your nature? It’s scary: am I vainly boasting of glory? God's creation, paradise, command, glory, hope, A downpour that destroys the whole world, a downpour that is full of fire - Afterwards the written healing of the law came to us, After - Christ; He mixed His form and people, So that the suffering God would grant me a stronghold in suffering, God has made me into His mortal image. However, the swiftness is indomitable... we are like boars, We rush to the sword in our wild madness. What is the benefit of life? In divine light? Envy-filled darkness hid him from me. Everything I do is in vain; but is the work of the vicious in vain? They would have an equal share in everything with me - even in trouble! Thrown into exhaustion by divine fear, I suffer I am from heavy worries during the day and at night. This arrogant one, hitting me in the back, knocked me down And the fifth comes. Come on, tell me The horrors of gloomy Tartarus, fiery Phlegethon, Demons, that our soul will be exacted in full for its debt. But for the vicious all this is just a fable: they live in the present, Images of future torment will not bring them back to reason. It would be better if the perpetrators were not punished at all after Why should I now suffer from punishment for sin? But why, why should I sing about the misfortunes of mortals? Our family is always, everywhere accompanied by pain. Storms trouble the seas, but for me the land is unreliable, The cycle of the seasons cannot be stopped, Night gives way to day, the air becomes foggy in bad weather, The sun is to the radiant stars, the sun is to deep darkness The beauty eclipses everything, the moon is reborn again, The starry sky is half visible now. Before, you too, Eosphorus, were numbered among the angelic choirs, Evil envious! Now you have slept in shame from heaven. Have mercy on me, O Trinity, wondrous kingdom! You also did not escape the opinions of crazy people: “First the Father, and afterwards the Great Youth, and after God the Great Spirit,” well, blaspheme. Where will you stop, O insidious, evil anxiety? Stop. For everything is lower than God. Submit To the mind. God did not create me in vain. And first I will sing a song, but this song was feeble-minded. Now there is fog, and later there is the Word, and you realize everything, Either by seeing the Divine, or by blazing in the fire. My friend sang all this to me, my mind, and the pain stopped. Late, I quietly headed home from the grove - Then mocking those who judge the matter differently, Then with disagreement in the mind, with a heart burning with fire. You might be interested in: