T. S. Eliot

The Waste Land

Fragment

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
The jungle crouched, humped in silence,
Then spoke the thunder
DA
Datta: what have we given?
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only

We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison

Only at nightfall, aethereal rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands.

Alexandra Mihai

T. S. Eliot

The Waste Land

Fragment

Gangele era scufundat si frunzele vlaguite
Asteaptau ploaia in timp ce negrii nori
Se adunau in departare, peste Himavant.
Jungla sta la panda, se incorda in liniste
Si atunci grai tunetul
DA
Datta: Ce am oferit?
Prietene, sangele agitat din inima-mi,
Groaznica indrazneala a cedarii dintr-un moment
Ce un veac de prudenta nu o poate retrage
Prin asta, si numai asta am existat
Ceea ce nu se poate gasi in necrologurile noastre
Sau in amintirile tesute de paianjenul filantrop
Sau in sigiliul spart de slabul avocat
In camerele noastre goale
DA
Dayadhvam: Am auzit cheia
Cum se intorcea in usa odata cum se intorcea numai o data
Ne gandim la cheie, fiecare in a lui inchisoare
Gandindu-ne la cheie, fiecare isi confirma o inchisoare
Numai la lasarea noptii, zvonuri eterice
Invie pentru un moment un stricat Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: Barca a raspuns
Vesela, mainii experte cu panza si vasla
Marea era calma, inima ar fi raspuns

Vesela, cand invitata, batand obedient
Mainilor ce controlau.