Well, inspired by Blake yet again, but without his creative genius, I decided to translate another poem.
Sacellum claro uidi auro
Quod intra nullus eam esse
Optabat. Multi forÃs lacrimantes
Stabant illi, atrati, sacris.
Vidi draco inter phalas
Prae fore stantes surgere
Cum ui, cum ui, cum ui is insurgit
Depulsa foris est aurata
Trans uiam dulcem pertrahebat
Fulgentibus ornatam baccis
Et gemmis, usque albentem mensam,
Suum corpus peruirosum
Ita uirum expellit draco
In panem atque uinum rubrum
Ut me, ad haram aduertam, deinde
Inter sues ponam me ego
Villiam Blake
Original
I Saw a Chapel
I saw a chapel all of gold
That none did dare to enter in,
And many weeping stood without,
Weeping, mourning, worshipping.
I saw a serpent rise between
The white pillars of the door,
And he forc'd and forc'd and forc'd,
Down the golden hinges tore.
And along the pavement sweet,
Set with pearls and rubies bright,
All his slimy length he drew
Till upon the altar white
Vomiting his poison out
On the bread and on the wine.
So I turn'd into a sty
And laid me down among the swine.
William Blake
I'm pressed for time, but I do have some questions about this. Any suggestions/comments/criticisms/ridicule would be appreciated.
-Jon
Sacellum claro uidi auro
Quod intra nullus eam esse
Optabat. Multi forÃs lacrimantes
Stabant illi, atrati, sacris.
Vidi draco inter phalas
Prae fore stantes surgere
Cum ui, cum ui, cum ui is insurgit
Depulsa foris est aurata
Trans uiam dulcem pertrahebat
Fulgentibus ornatam baccis
Et gemmis, usque albentem mensam,
Suum corpus peruirosum
Ita uirum expellit draco
In panem atque uinum rubrum
Ut me, ad haram aduertam, deinde
Inter sues ponam me ego
Villiam Blake
Original
I Saw a Chapel
I saw a chapel all of gold
That none did dare to enter in,
And many weeping stood without,
Weeping, mourning, worshipping.
I saw a serpent rise between
The white pillars of the door,
And he forc'd and forc'd and forc'd,
Down the golden hinges tore.
And along the pavement sweet,
Set with pearls and rubies bright,
All his slimy length he drew
Till upon the altar white
Vomiting his poison out
On the bread and on the wine.
So I turn'd into a sty
And laid me down among the swine.
William Blake
I'm pressed for time, but I do have some questions about this. Any suggestions/comments/criticisms/ridicule would be appreciated.
-Jon