The armonie of world, divine,
Is’nt exist, less symmetry,
With its white face of light
And less the chimeric chaos
With its image of dark.
In a ward of continuous madness
The contraries dote
In their hostile enfolding:
From fusion of the good and evil
Come into the world aught imperfect,
But full of life and color.
The perfection is imperious,
And the charisma is’nt less defect…
Be carefull, my diar, be carefull:
The life is alike a candle,
That is spending slow and constant
In an eternal process of creation
......................and desintegration.
Translation by Natalia Bajureanu