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Translation
I curse in the high heaven
I curse in the high heaven
The star and its reflection
I curse the blue
Sparkles of the little stream
I curse what is under the ground
The stone and what surrounds it
I curse the flame in the oven
Because my soul is in mourning
I curse the inescapable demands
Of the weather with its stifling episodes
How great will be my suffering.
I curse the mountain ranges
Of the Andes and the coast
I curse, Lord, the thin
And long piece of earth
War and peace alike
The honest and the untrustworthy
I curse anything that has perfume
Because my appetite is dead
I curse everything true
And what is false along with the doubtful
How great will be my suffering.
I curse the spring
And its gardens in flower
And the colour of autumn
I really curse that
That passing cloud
I curse so much and more
Because it makes me feel more broken
I curse the entire winter
With the cheating summer
I curse profane and holy
How great will be my suffering.
I curse the lonely
Shape of the flag
I curse any emblem
The venus and the araucaria
The song of the canary
The cosmos and its planets
The Earth and all its crannies
Because I am weighed down
I curse the wide sea
Its ports and its inlets
How great will be my suffering.
I curse moon and landscape
The valleys and the deserts
I curse every dead man
And all the living from king to page-boy
The bird with its plumage
I curse with insistence
The classrooms, the vestries
Because a pain afflicts me
I curse the word love
With all its remorseless bullshit
How great will be my suffering
I finally curse what is white
What is black and what is yellow
Bishops and altar-boys
Ministers and preachers
And I curse, weeping
The free man and the prisoner
The sweet and the irritating
I lay my curse on them
In Greek and in Spanish
Because of a traitor
How great will be my suffering.
Aglath✕
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