"Now I will tell you who it is who is seated on the mountain above the winds and the rain. They are those who, on earth, have neither shame nor honor, nor fear on account of something which might happen. Such folk, says Love, are secure, and so their doors are open, and yet nothing can disturb them, and no work of charity dares to penetrate. Such folk are seated on the mountain, and none other than these are seated there" (Marguerite Porete, Mirror of Simple Souls).
Sub cerul tradiţiei primordiale,
Din cetatea Carpaţilor
Sub axul boreal,
În ţara Geţilor
Indefinitul domneşte în stăpîn,
Pîn la porţile Daciei.
Din nedistinsul polar primordial, cobor
Planurile posibilităţii universale
Într-al Marii Negre prund
Sus îmi ard şi jos îmi pică,
Picătura ce pică
Face luna tocmai plină...
Ţipă sus pe soare
Sus pe soare cînd răsare
Muntele OM şi Omul Munte,
Buricul Pămîntului şi Osia Lumii
Cerul, Căliman şi Caraiman
Munte şi OM, şi OM precum munte,
El e Regele lumii
Sub gheţurile hiperboreene
Negru, pămîntul Daciei se-ncheagă
Din cîmpiile niciodată fără zăpadă
Se nasc pămînturi sacre ale nemuririi
Prin porţile de fier polare
Străvede polul spiritual al lumii,
Din munţii Rifei.
Under the sky of primordial tradition,
From the Carpathians fortress
Under the boreal axis
In the Gets country
The undefined rules in the master,
To the gates of Dacia.
From the undistigush primorial pole, i descend
The plans of universal posibilities
Into the Black Sea's gravel
Up it burn and down it drops,
The drop which fall
Make the moon just full...
It screams up on the Sun
Up on the Sun when it rises
The Mountain Man and the Man Mountain,
The Center of the World and the Axis of the Earth
The Sky, Caliman and Caraiman
Mountain and Man, Man like a Mountain,
He is the King of the World
Under the hyperborean ice,
Black, the earth of Dacia is cloting,
From the never without snow plains
The sacred lands of imortality are born
From the polar iron gates
The spiritual pole of the world can be seen,
From the mountains of Rifei.
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