Dawn-bringer
03-17-2006, 11:08 AM
Ode to Europe by Jean Paul Schembri:
Hail great Europe,
Our only true mother,
Whose caresses we've been nurtured with,
Ever since our birth,
We've pledged our duties towards you,
To hail your name wherever we may be,
To never shun your heritage,
From now unto infinity.
Great Europe,
Your artistry and architecture,
Are surpassed by none,
You who shall be reawakened,
At the beginning of this dawn,
The dawn of an era;
As everlasting and splendorous as the sun.
Great Europe,
Whose pristine beauty demands admiration,
We are your cultural bearers,
Faithful adherents of your divinity,
Protectors of your identity,
Never fear degeneration!
Great Europe,
Under this moonlit sky,
I bow down to your presence,
Am I truly worthy of your every,
Glorious earthly heavens?
Great Europe,
Mother of Dante and Beethoven,
Gods in their own league,
How could I approach your majesty,
With just my native tongue to speak?
Great Europe,
Such beauty indescribable by mere words,
Your immaculate charisma,
Shall forever be a sheer joy,
Only to be felt.
Great Europe,
An idyllic goddess without comparison,
All shall hail your mighty name,
In due time,
Until then I shall await this day,
Entranced by a beauty so divine.
Hail great Europe,
Our only true mother,
Whose caresses we've been nurtured with,
Ever since our birth,
We've pledged our duties towards you,
To hail your name wherever we may be,
To never shun your heritage,
From now unto infinity.
Great Europe,
Your artistry and architecture,
Are surpassed by none,
You who shall be reawakened,
At the beginning of this dawn,
The dawn of an era;
As everlasting and splendorous as the sun.
Great Europe,
Whose pristine beauty demands admiration,
We are your cultural bearers,
Faithful adherents of your divinity,
Protectors of your identity,
Never fear degeneration!
Great Europe,
Under this moonlit sky,
I bow down to your presence,
Am I truly worthy of your every,
Glorious earthly heavens?
Great Europe,
Mother of Dante and Beethoven,
Gods in their own league,
How could I approach your majesty,
With just my native tongue to speak?
Great Europe,
Such beauty indescribable by mere words,
Your immaculate charisma,
Shall forever be a sheer joy,
Only to be felt.
Great Europe,
An idyllic goddess without comparison,
All shall hail your mighty name,
In due time,
Until then I shall await this day,
Entranced by a beauty so divine.