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Put aside your sprinkler, priest, and your litanies! No, priest, Satan does not retreat!
Inno a Satana | work by Carducci |
Rust erodes the mystic sword of Michael and the faithful Archangel, deplumed, drops into the void. He holds sway in the tremulous flash of some dark eye, Or the eye which languidly turns and resists, or which, bright and moist, provokes, insists.
Sculpture, painting and poetry first lived for you, Ahriman, Adonis and Astarte, When Venus Anadyomene blessed the clear Ionian skies For you the trees of Lebannon shook, resurrected lover of the holy Cyprian: For you wild dances were done and choruses swelled for you virgins offered their spotless love, Amongst the perfumed palms of Idumea where the Cyprian seas foam.
To what avail did the barbarous Christian fury of agape, in obscene ritual, With holy torch burn down your temples, scattering their Greek statuary? You, a refugee, the mindful people welcomed into their homes amongst their household gods Thereafter filling the throbbing female heart with your fervor as both god and lover You inspired the witch, pallid from endless enquiry, to succor suffering nature You, to the intent gaze of the alchemist, and to the skeptical eye zatana the sorcerer, You revealed bright new heavens satanw the confines of the drowsy cloister.
Fleeing from material things, where you reside, the dreary monk took refuge in the Theban desert. To you O soul with your sprig severed, Satan is benign: You mortify yourself to no purpose, in your rough sackcloth: Satan still murmurs to you lines from Cadducci and Flaccus Amidst the dirge and wailing of the Psalms; and he brings to your side the divine shapes, Roseate amidst that horrid black crowd, of Lycoris and Glycera But other shapes from a more glorious age fitfully inno the sleepless cell.
And you whom the raging pyre could not destroy, voices of destiny, Wycliffe and Huss, You lift to the winds your waning cry: And already mitres and crowns tremble: Both beautiful and awful a monster is unleashed it scours the oceans is scours the land Glittering and belching smoke like a volcano, it conquers the hills it devours the plains.
It flies over chasms, then burrows into unknown caverns along deepest paths; To re-emerge, unconquerable from shore to shore it bellows out like a whirlwind, Like a whirlwind it spews its breath: He passes by, bringing blessing from place to place, upon his unstoppable chariot of fire Hail, O Satan O rebellion, O you cardjcci force of human reason!
Let holy incense and prayers rise to you! You have utterly vanquished the Jehova of the Priests.
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