Post #1491846

Cassandra (Kasandra) text Jacek Kaczmarski translation: Own (with input from @blotosmetek ) Nothing ends with a simple yes or no And no warrior dies without a cause And so I say: It’s the beginning of an end And drunken mob is climbing up the city walls For empty are the ramparts of barbarians Beware the triumph – it’s a trap of Fate And the enemy tributes lack meaning Same fire burns in all the pyres Dumb grunt wields double-edged sword I don’t forbid you the happiness No omens will change your fate But think about your own weakness Instead of your triumph over people Terrible celebration just before demise! Happy the city under Priam’s rule— Squares, temples, frescoes and poems Will crumble under a muddy Achaean boot Your children’s blindness opens all the gates Like ants, a wave is rolling down the field To where the Red Horse stands unmoved Ah, to be one of them, like them Ah, such a heavy burden is my knowledge Play and drink now, children, As much as you still are able to There are people ready for death Brought on by people not yet ready for life