Текст песни The Beginning.The Separation. (Levi the Poet) с переводом

In the beginning, god spoke, and god I hope his voice sounded like thunder

(like that’s where it got it’s name from),

like it reverberated inside of the son’s eardrums.

I wonder: did the father turn to the preincarnate word to ask him about the

sound he’d heard?

And did he smile and contemplate the earth

while the spirit confirmed their plans?

And god said, «let there be…» and god, did that unparalleled melody sustain

into all eternity

while the blessed trinity joined in harmony

to key in a void and formless land?

Is the expanse between earth and sky as deep and wide as the difference between

dark and light

and did you stare at the stars like I stare at your night,

and how bright do they shine from outside of time,

and if there is no need for the suns in your kingdom,

well did you need them?

See, I cannot fathom the winds and the waves, let alone the waves the winds

made on the day that you say,

«it is good,» and no depraved gaze preys on your spirit’s conversation with the

creation you made.

I can hardly see it! Even my imagination wanes beneath the death that

deteriorates at my faith!

But before a fog dimly, behind Eden’s gates, man — man — walked hand in hand

with his God, face to face.

Imago Dei.

«Let us make man in our image.»

Dust into clay, bestowing dignity to humanity the potter crafted and shaped…

and when you breathed life into him,

was it a whirlwind?

«In the beginning, god spoke, and the heavens were made, and all their host by

the breath of his mouth.»

and the details are speculation,

but I picture your creation of man as glory that that heavenly host sung about.

His chest rises and falls beneath this cosmic anticipation

waitin' to see him open his eyes for the first time…

his eyes open and close and if there was an expectation,

it was exceeded in pupils finally dilated to find:

GOD.

Holding out his hand in a posture that hasn’t changed

just like his plan hasn’t changed since day one.

And I like to think that they danced to the glory of his name,

three in one as the breath in man’s lungs.

Perfect.

And god put him to work and, work (ha! and if only work were the work of the

fall)…

A cultivator in the vein of his creator, tended to the garden, invited to enjoy

it all,

save. one. thing.

Just do not go near that tree.

Its fruit is divisive, its knowledge unseen,

but not something that you need.

What you need? What you need is a helper, and here a twist of irony:

that man is no good without his eve.

Sleep deeply; deep sleeping, he fashioned what adam never found among the

beasts, and, awoke from his peace:

an apologetic for poetry:

the first words spoken were spoken words:

«At last, bone of my bone, and flesh of my flesh.»

One woman, one man, naked and unashamed to consummate the one plan that god had

for his people,

we call that «equal.»

In the beginning was the word, and the word was with god, and the word watched

Satan fall from heaven like lightening,

and I’ll bet that it was beautiful, that angel of light-ening up the sky like

he could shine as bright as the son.

«Did god really say?» and he still begins everything that he does by

questioning the authority of the word of the one

who did not succumb to his schemes… but the same cannot be said for Eve (the

mother of the living,

and of the dead offspring who labor beneath the curse that drips from good and

evil’s leaves…)

«You will not die, and god knows that it’s true, but god doesn’t want truth to

be made known to you.»

And as it delighted her eyes, she took of the fruit and her husband stood by

almost as if to assume

that the fault wouldn’t fall to the man in the room

if he used his bride to hide his cowardice before he took a bite, too.

Evening, come king’s wind, calling, «where are you?»

And I wonder what their friend felt like?

Like his heart had been broken in two?

Like from the overflow of his soul he crafted these people that were known,

but sought to dethrone their lover’s rule.

«Who told you that you were naked? Did you eat of that forbidden fruit?»

And the enemy still distorts «obedience» for «constriction», as oppose to

opportunity to worship you.

Well I guess he lives up to his name:

serpent, constricting, fame-thief slithering fangs sucking blood from my veins,

while life and death hang in the balance,

and we suffer beneath the weight

of satan, sin, death, flesh and it’s effects as justly sentenced to us on that

day.

What of man?

And god said, «let there be enmity…» and god, did that devastating melody leave

any hope for me

while the brokenhearted trinity joined in harmony

to agree to go forth with your plans?

Is the expanse between earth and sky as deep and wide as the separation between

you and I?

And do you long for my heart like I long for your eyes

to shine bright and fill the universal void that’s in mine

and if you do still long to call sons to your kingdom,

well will you free them?

See, I can cannot fathom the hight nor the depth, let alone the scope or

breadth of your love on the day that you wept

and sent humanity from your presence, watching as they went, and continue to

walk away as though we owe no debt.

I can see it.

Look, in the beginning god spoke, so is there no hope left?

Do we all lay down and die the way we made our beds?

In the beginning, god spoke, and is there no hope left?

Devil,

You will bruise his heal,

but he will crush your head.