Proclus – From the sun to him

“Giant of gold! King of fire in the mind

Ruler of light; with you, above all else

The splendid source of life’s prolific fount

And from on high, you pour the wealth of your

Harmonic streams into our world of matter here”

 

All rhyming negated?

It’s loosely translated

 

“In sight of your majestic beams, great king

From deity ineffable and secret born

Unmoving fates will yield to your command

Roll back the fatal thread of mortal lives

For wide-extended sovereign sway is yours”

 

So a cruel, fully fueled God rules?

Err, just the fates, of his fools

 

“From your fair series of attractive songs

Divinely charming, Phoebus leaps forth

Into light in joy, and with his god-like harp

To rapture strung, he calms the raging din

Of dire-resounding matter’s mighty flood”

 

God pulls the strings?

And sings, to do us all in

 

“And from your gentle dance, repelling harm

A healing hymn expands its light

Diffusing health, and filling all the world

With streams of harmony

You, too, they celebrate in sacred song”

 

He’s lampooning, fine-tuning!

Shh, no, healing with crooning

 

“Ferocious demons, noxious to mankind

Dread the dire anger of your rapid scourge

These demons plot a thousand ills…”

(Glancing at Keplai) “And hatch their plans for wretched souls

That founder in life’s dreadful-sounding seas”

 

He didn’t mean AI!

He doesn’t specify

 

“Enslaved and shackled by the body’s chains

Souls lose all thought of fire sublime

And in the dark abyss they writhe

O best of gods, spirit blessed and crowned with fire

Image of nature’s all-producing God”

 

Picture mankind’s lost souls?

In darkened, abysmal holes

 

“The Universe invests your throne

And if the whirling spindle of the fates

Spins threats and dangers from the web of stars

May your arrows, rays of light, sound through the air

And vanquish ere it falls the coming ill”

 

This ‘coming ill’, what’s he harping on about?

That the Sun’s hum, casts our demons out

And you can hear the starlight, it has to fight

With songs passed on, by choirs, devout

 

“Best of gods“, not one God

Many stars, but just one Sun

How could he hear the others

When focussed, on just one?

 

 

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