Hölderlin, Poet of Retribution مقدمة ومراجعة

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Thus, on the day of tranquility* Thus, on the day of tranquility, at dawn The farmer comes to behold his field After a fiery night when lightning, the messengers of instant freshness, descended; In the distance, the thunder still rumbles And the river, subsided within its banks And the earth, risen from new greenery, fresh And under the fertile rain of heaven So quenched and moist, and the fruit trees Radiant under a calm sun: Thus I see you, in the embrace of a caressing air, only one ruler has brought you forth The miracle and grace of nature's powerful caress in heavenly beauty is your fertility And also in seasons when nature seems to sleep In the sky, or among plants, or among people, The face of poets is sorrowful just like him; It is as if they are alone, yet always harbingers of the future Because he too is in a sleep full of prophetic intuition. But something else is at work A trust from the Most-High, the One from whom we come A trust that has been the guardian and servant of poets We must always be His praisers in our poems He manifests Himself upon the hearts of those who love Him. Nevertheless, all of you, O gods of heaven, Spring-bringers, shores, forests, and mountains, who in unforgettable days of miracles, At the moment when suddenly, for the first time, we reached out the hand of wonder to our tresses, You saw the creative genius, the heavenly spirit, overpower us all at once, At a moment when our senses remained vague And all our bones seemed to tremble from the strike of lightning, O relentless course of the events of the vast world!