I confess that I am still involved up to the neck in the uprising in Iran and try to help by translating their demands (mainly on Twitter because they are very active there) into English and German to show the world what injustice is happening there. I am suffering to see how these brave children and youths are fighting for a right which obviously is the fundamental right of every human, and so many have lost their life.
I didn’t choose this poem to express something negative. I think that Pablo Neruda has always been a freedom seeker and a protector of human rights all in his life. Here, with his wise and beautiful poem on death, he wants to explain the proper righteousness for humanity and that this fight will be reborn and never end after death. And with this, I will send my prayers to all dear young women and men and children in Iran, alive or sacrificed; justice shall overcome in the end.
of Pablo Neruda
I have been reborn many times from the depths
of vanished stars, rebuilding the thread of eternity that I spun with my hands,
and now I go to die, with nothing more,
with dirt on my body, destined to it is soil.
I did not buy a plot of heaven sold by priests
nor accept the darkness that the metaphysician made for the careless strong
I want to be in death with the poor who had no time to study it,
while they were beaten by those, who had divided and arranged the sky.
I have my death ready like a costume waiting for me,
of the colour I love
To the extent that I sought,
and from the depth that I need.
When love is spent on the obvious matter
and the struggle weakens the hammers
On the other hand, armed force
, death comes to erase the signs
that built your borders.
Freedom soon will come, and we come from the shadow. 💖✌✊
Image credit: joseph-art “Time Goes by Like Water”.