Wednesday, September 16, 2015

John's trans.

Recalled this day exact Osiris truly is.
He gave the plants refreshed and happy bloom.
We walk to seek, but find a grove in which we roam.
The water pleases, shallows being closed.
The water spacious be from those enclosed small pools;
Allows the fish to play within the lochs.
But badly we have paid relaxing by this place,
A host of no comp’rable worth through time.
A wretched heeb, he ran the wat’ry place of course
A creature thinking not of human food.
He claim’d the trees, the algae too, a water drink for me.
The race of thieves! we paid the claim as due,
The race they chop the top of cock, the stupid mooks.
                                                       Their worship be of frost and frozen in heart.

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