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Morgana naplója
Buszkerék [21555 AL], gazdája Morgana
2012-11-11
Tartalomjegyzék
A napló közvetlen linkje:
http://teveclub.hu/naplo/21555
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2012-11-11
Sir Gawain and the Green knight
New Year's Day, dawning wet on Britain's shore
King's hall roused by a pounding on the door
A giant knight dressed in green, never seen before
Hefts an axe and holds it high, and lets a challenge roar:
You craven men may fear dishonour but you fear my vengeance more!
That's fear that chills you like a wraith
It's doubt you gird about your waist
It's rare the man who'll hold to faith and face me in the morning!
Sir Gawain, pagan prince of northern isles
Shouted Shame on you brothers! On your silence!
Took the axe and struck his blow, brought the giant low
Raised his head and held it high, and met the giant's eye
And cried, I'll meet your vengeance in a year and we'll see who'll die
You or I.
That's fear that chills you like a wraith
But hope you gird about your waist
It's rare the man who'll hold to faith and face me in the morning!
Summer gone and Gawain leaves upon his quest
Five point star, sign of faith upon his chest
Seeks his foe, travels west, not knowing where to go
No clue until a baroness has promised aid to show
But only if he stay as guest within her bower three days -- no less
That's fear that chills you like a wraith
But hope you gird about your waist
It's rare the man who'll hold to faith and face me in the morning!
She plays the maid but vain the baroness' hope
Gawain's not swayed -- another lady holds his oath
She offers body, offers land, but each advance is spurned
She puts a belt into his hand: a gift of magic earned by constancy,
In face of all temptation, to his given word
That's fear that chills you like a wraith
But hope you gird about your waist
It's rare the man who'll hold to faith and face me in the morning!
New Year's Day, dawning wet on Britain's shore
Gawain meets the same green knight once more
A man who laughs and gives his hand instead of Charon's fee
Gawain at last perceives his god and bends a reverent knee
Take and wear my Lady's belt, the Green Man gladly cries
And see to it you serve us well in all the paths of life,
Be constant and be faithful, wear that belt for all to see
That a man came here for justice and he left here blessed by me
left here blessed by me...left here blessed by me...left here blessed by me...left here.....
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