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Omar Khayraam

    

   Tomado de https://www.themarginalian.org/2026/09/02/wendell-berry-protest/

     Manifesto: The mad farmer liberation front

     Love the quick profit, the annual raise,

     vacation with pay. Want more

     of everything ready-made. Be afraid

    to know your neighbors and to die.

    And you will have a window in your head.

    Not even your future will be a mystery

    any more. Your mind will be punched in a card

    and shut away in a little drawer.

    When they want you to buy something

    they will call you. When they want you

    to die for profit they will let you know.

    So, friends, every day do something

    that won’t compute. Love the Lord.

    Love the world. Work for nothing.

    Take all that you have and be poor.

    Love someone who does not deserve it.

    Denounce the government and embrace

    the flag. Hope to live in that free

    republic for which it stands.

    Give your approval to all you cannot

    understand. Praise ignorance, for what man

    has not encountered he has not destroyed.

    Ask the questions that have no answers.

    Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.

    Say that your main crop is the forest

    that you did not plant,

    that you will not live to harvest.

    Say that the leaves are harvested

    when they have rotted into the mold.

    Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

    Put your faith in the two inches of humus

    that will build under the trees

    every thousand years.

    Listen to carrion – put your ear

    close, and hear the faint chattering

    of the songs that are to come.

    Expect the end of the world. Laugh.

    Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful

    though you have considered all the facts.

    So long as women do not go cheap

    for power, please women more than men.

    Ask yourself: Will this satisfy

    a woman satisfied to bear a child?

    Will this disturb the sleep

    of a woman near to giving birth?

    Go with your love to the fields.

    Lie down in the shade. Rest your head

    in her lap. Swear allegiance

    to what is nighest your thoughts.

    As soon as the generals and the politicos

    can predict the motions of your mind,

    lose it. Leave it as a sign

    to mark the false trail, the way

    you didn’t go. Be like the fox

    who makes more tracks than necessary,

    some in the wrong direction.

    Practice resurrection.

    Wendell Berry

Our real work

It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.

Wendell Berry

Awake at night

Late in the night I pay

the unrest I owe

to the life that has never lived

and cannot live now.

What the world could be

is my good dream

and my agony when, dreaming it,

I lie awake and turn

and look into the dark.

I think of a luxury

in the sturdiness and grace

of necessary things, not

in frivolity. That would heal

the earth, and heal men.

But the end, too, is part

of the pattern, the last

labor of the heart:

to learn to lie still,

one with the earth

again, and let the world go.

Wendell Berry

The peace of wild things

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry

Mein Herz ist im Hochland

Mein Herz ist im Hochland, mein Herz ist nicht hier;

Mein Herz ist im Hochland, [in] Waldes Revier;

Dort jagt es den Hirsch und verfolget das Reh;

Mein Herz ist im Hochland, wohin ich auch geh!

Leb' wohl, mein Hochland, mein heimischer!

Die Wiege der Freiheit, des Muthes ist dort.

Wohin ich auch wandre, wo immer ich bin:

Auf die Berg', auf die Berge zieht es mich hin!

 

Lebt wohl, ihr Berge, bedecket mit Schnee!

Lebt wohl, ihr Thäler, voll Blumen und Klee!

Lebt wohl, ihr Wälder, bemoostes Gestein,

Ihr stürzenden Bächlein [in]1 farbigen Schein!

 

Mein Herz ist im Hochland, mein Herz ist nicht hier;

Mein Herz, liebe Heimath, ist immer bei dir!

Es jaget den Hirsch und verfolget das Reh;

Mein Herz ist im Hochland, wohin ich auch geh!

Música de Robert Schumann

Poema de Robert Burns

My heart is in the Highlands

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here:

My heart's in the Highlands, a chasing the deer;

[Chasing] the wild deer, and following the roe --

My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,

The birthplace of valour, the country of worth;

Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,

The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

 

Farewell to the mountains high [cover’d] with snow;

Farewell to the straths and green [valleys] below;

Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods;

Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,

My heart's in the Highlands a chasing the deer;

[Chasing] the wild deer, and following the roe --

My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Singable translation by Ferdinand Freiligrath (1810 - 1876)