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On
that old day – How could it be neglected?
The
scientist Bruno went on to the pyre
As
if he was taking a stroll, unaffected;
He
re-affirmed to the frenzied abusers of fire:
“The
Earth is round, in that Truth I trust
Although
my body has to turn into dust!”
The
fanatics determined the earth was square
As
from their gods and saints they had learned;
Whoever
came to say to the contrary to dare
Was
consequently ordered to be alive burned!
Man’s
intellect develops as life evolves;
The
most revered halo he has come to gain:
By
flying to the moon he now firmly resolves
The
roundness of our Earth like a ball to reign
In
the azure universe forever to remain.
Even
the 20th century has ended its dominion,
There
still are the furious with their choler,
To
put labels on others for a different opinion;
Promote
hatred; spread misfortune and dolor!
And
the idiots about literature to talk hot air;
The
fool, insane to fluctuate history’s fate;
The
ignorant to dream of a leader’s chair;
All
to sully and drown the pillars of the State!
Bruno’s
Truth is the very Truth of the Sage,
The
Sparkle of Fire, the Pride of Pure Fame,
Whereas
today’s vulgar people disparage,
Misrepresent the Good as Bad – What shame!
Translation by THANH-THANH