sábado, 1 de fevereiro de 2020

Philip Glass - Bardo Movement VII

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from helping me, From the words of my groaning? O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer, And by night, but find no rest. - Psalm 22: 1-3 My limbs fail and my mouth is parched. My body is shaken and my hair stands on end. The bow Gandiva slips from my hand I cannot hold myself steady; My mind seems to whirl. - The Bhagavad Gitã 1: 29-30 Let the day perish wherein I was born, And the night which said, 'A child is conceived.' Let that day be darkness! May God above not seek it, Nor light shine upon it. Let gloom and deep darkness claim it. Let clouds dwell upon it; Let the blackness of day terrify it. That night - let thick darkness seize it! Why did I not die at birth, Come forth from the womb and expire? Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breasts, that I should suck? For then I should have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then I should have been at rest. Why is light given to him that is in misery, And life to the bitter in soul, Who long for death, but it does not come, They search for it more than hidden treasure, Who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, When they find the grave? Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, Whom God has hedged in? For my sighing comes as my bread, And my groanings are poured out like water. For the thing that I fear comes upon me, And what I dread befalls me. - Job 3: 2-6, 11-13, 20-25 There is no faithfulness or kindness, And no knowledge of God in the land; There is swearing, lying,, stealing,, They break all bounds and murder follows murder, Thus the land mourns, And all who dwell in it languish, And the beasts of the field, And the birds of the air, And even the fish of the sea are taken away. - Hosea 4: 1-3

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