Un trésor de poésie mystique

 Dominique Tronc, qui a connu Lilian Silburn et qui, sous son impulsion, a entrepris il y a maintes années d'"arpenter les chemins mystiques", nous offre une immense collection de poèmes mystiques sur son site Chemins mystiques.

Vous y trouverez par ailleurs de très nombreux livres et textes, dans tous les formats.

Voici un poème irlandais attribué au barde légendaire Amorgen :

Am gaeth i m-muir,

Am tond trethan,

Am fuaim mara,

Am dam secht ndirend, 

Am séig i n-aill, 

Am dér gréne,

Am cain lubai,

Am torc ar gail,

Am he i l-lind,

Am loch i m-maig,

Am brí a ndai,

Am bri danae,

Am bri i fodb fras feochtu,

Am dé delbas do chind codnu,

Coiche nod gleith clochur slébe?

Cia on co tagair aesa éscai?

Cia du i l-laig fuiniud gréne?

 

"I am the wind which breathes upon the sea, 

I am the wave of the ocean, 

I am the murmur of the billows,

I am the war of the seven combats,

I am the vulture upon the rocks,

I am a beam of the sun,

I am the fairest of plants,

I am a wild boar in valour,

I am a salmon in the water,

I am a Lake in the plain,

I am a word of science,

I am the point of the lance in barde,

I am the God who creates in die head die Eire.

Who is it who throws light into the meeting on the mountain ?

Who announces the ages of the moon ?

Who teaches the place where couches the sun ?"

Autre traduction :

       

        " I, the Wind at Sea,

        I, the rolling Billow,

        I, the roar of Ocean,

        I, the seven Cohorts,

        I, the Ox upholding,

        I, the rock-borne Osprey,

        I, the flash of Sunlight,

        I, the Ray in Mazes,

        I, the rushing Wild Boar,

        I, the river-Salmon,

        I, the Lake o'er plains,

        I, the Strength of Song.

I, the Spear for smiting Foemen,

I, the God for forming Fortune!

Whither wend by glen or mountain?

Whither tend beneath the Sunset?

Whither wander seeking safety?

        Who can lead to falling waters?

        Who can tell the white Moon's ages?

        Who can draw the deep sea fishes?

        Who can show the fire-top headlands?

I, the poet, prophet, pray'rful,

Weapons wield for warriors' slaying:

Tell of triumph, laud forthcoming

Future fame in soaring story!"