Tormented with a spiritual thirst
I trampled through a sombre desert,
And a seraph with six wings
To me appeared across the way;
With fingers light as in a dream
Upon my eyes he touched:
Opened were prophetic sights
Like to a startled eagle.
And my ears he lightly touched,
And they were filled with noise and ringing:
And I felt the heavens shaking,
And saw the angels in their flight,
And the hosts of deep sea-creatures,
And the valley's frosty vines.
Pressed he then upon my lips,
And tore out my sinful tongue,
Vainful and deceitful,
And venom from a serpent wise,
Into my frozen mouth he plunged
With a right hand steeped in blood.
And with sword he cloved my chest,
And my trembling heart plucked out,
And a coal, aflame with fire,
Thrust into my gaping breast.
Like a desert's corpse I lay,
And God's voice called out:
"Arise, O prophet, and see and hear,
And fullfill My will,
And as you circle sea and land
With Word burn hearts of Man."
Translated by Nick and Dimitri Derkatch