Triae Robigo

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Triae Robigo

I do not know Latin, so this is an approximate. If you know Latin and notice a mistake, please let me know!

The women make a circle,

A fire blazing inside them—

Shadows dance along the wall,

Smoke rising from the flame’s hem—

 

They begin to chant,

First softly then loudly—

The orange and yellow blaze burning brighter,

Each move made slickly and proudly—

 

“Sanguis sanguine iungimus,

Da viribus est pugnare—

Sternit praedicamento fecimus,

Et cogitato in foramen loco—

 

Melius una agree quam certare,

Disperge cinis—

Terra luto,

Et maledictionem nostrum solver—”

 

 

-English translation-

Blood to blood we unite,

Give us the strength we need to fight—

Pierce the binding we have made,

And fix the hole in its place—

 

Till death do us part,

Scatter our ashes—

Soil to dirt,

And unbind our curse--

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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