Born in Arcadia god, Lykaie Zeus
please come to Arcadia.
I'm looking for salvation, my consolation
from the pain that bleeds my heart.
In Arcadia take me, dominating the world
and the peace of soul, fast give me.
Meet me with your son, Arcadas
the most groomed in the whole of Greece.
He Does impart power and vigor to me
to get rid of the horror of Nameses the wrath.
I'm going to meet your other son, Pana,
his eyes to see, the llamas and the shots.
To enchant me I want, to magnetize me
to forget the miseries that have tormented me.
I want to hear his flute
intoxicating shots to send to the wind.
Climb the rocks
in Arcadian canyons and ravines.
In the bright mountain the screech to pierce
worms and snakes to meet.
Put a company with Arcadian shepherds
to eat cheese made from lean meadows.
With the fairies you are beautiful to meet me
in their seductive nets to wrap me.
I hope somebody finds me to fool me
my saved heart to save, to heal.
To amaze me with her arcades of beauty
to redeem me from my morbid paralysis.
Far away to my erotic hunger
which I felt for my cousin Carmelina.
To forget her Jupiter Light, help me
near you take me, in Arcadia pull me.
At Mount Lykaion I want the healing to find
from my misery my passion, the guilty and the laurel.
And when that grace, Lykaie Zeus, you'll do me
always live, never die.
Free rendering: Chrysostomos Krimpas (greek poet origin from Arcadia)
Lope de Yega
I was born, I grew up and I live in Spain
and I have never been able to see Arcadia.
Deep rivers, seas and mountains separate us
obstacles unsurprisingly, narrowly restrict us.
But if it's foot and body, nature prevents it
the imagination the bold, dams does not know.
Free and unrestrained, they fly over them
and quickly, like lightning, the dream is chasing.
A dream that is attractive, full of charm
it catches me like a nebula, it takes me to Arcadia.
I may not have traveled with a horse or a boat
but a sense of Arcadian, I have long received.
Theocritus studies, from an early age
and cheerfully, the beautiful Arcadia.
Even Virgil, I had read a lot
with Arcadian descriptions, it had fascinated me.
The nature of the Arcadian, I have met with them
forests dense and impassable, like a snake I crossed.
The fir trees covered me beneath their foliage
I enjoyed the warmth, I grew their cool.
In the plumes of the Arcadians, I found divine peace
its temper temperate, passions have softened.
I saw flocks of sheep and goats to pass
beyond wolves calm, not to bother them.
Bears, cows and hares, nightingales and deer
all of them live harmoniously, with love and caresses.
I saw jackals and badgers, otters and hooves
ferrets and wild boar, to give their hands.
They were long gone, hostility and hatred
and their hearts filled with joy and love.
fairies slenders, around the rivers
they sound singing, hidden in the reeds.
But when they go out to the woods and start dancing
animals, humans and birds, enslave and enchant.
And when Panas started playing the flute
sweet sounds sent them, with a cool wind.
But as if they were watching him, they were all speechless,
they ran panicky, they entered into the forest..
The piggy-beard is lying down in the soil shameful
faint and perverse and despised.
With one rewetting, like a quiver jump
and his trashy beard, begins to dull.
In Lykaion I reflected, on the bright mountain
Jupiter, to be a trophy.
I saw him crouching, the awesome Zeus
in the modern world, but also in Arcadia.
I saw next standing in the right side
Arcada the firstborn, his overseer son.
Suddenly Lykaios Zeus stands, towards Mount Olympus
and left Arkada on the earth to reign.
The land is beautiful, the land is the goddess
Arcadas named her, she said: ARCADIA.
Always Arcadia, I will appeal to you
when the human bad, I want to avoid.
Live my Arcadia, thrive, thrive
those afflicted with affection, warm to encircle.
Indelible performance: Chrysostomos Krimpas
(greek poet origin from Arcadia)
The Poussin handsomely engraves worship for Arcadia
Arcadia inspired, great artists
has offered many subjects, for the fine arts.
With the scriptures of the poets, Shakespeare, Goethe and Schiller
Arcadia became, a fairy tale thriller.
The worthy hand of Poussen, the painter's Frenchman
composition was made on the slab of a tomb.
His worship for Arcadia, which he had in his soul
artfully revealed, with his painting.
A project that has inspiration, kind heart
labeled "Shepherds of Arkadia".
Arcadian shepherd, the Poussen put a dead
inside a block, perfect painted.
On the gravestone he wrote a sentence
whoever walked up, hurried to read.
The phrase was "Et in Arcadia ego"
eloquently suggested: Arkadism I emit!
He wrote it in Latin, since in Italy
he acted and was initiated into worship for Arcadia.
In front of the artist, a group stood
of shepherds four, Patriots of Arcadia.
Their thought tormented, what did it mean?
this inscription, the grave engraved.
For everyone, great happiness
to have originated from Arcadia.
That was the point where they were looking
and when they discovered it, they joyfully shined.
This masterpiece, the art of the monument
from the past is kept in the Louvre Museum.
Visitors stand in front of and admire it
their worship for Arcadia, they rise up.
300 years have passed since then
the glory of the Arcadian, will remain eternal.
Let's be inspired today, the local "shepherds"
and let them rise quickly, glorify the past.
All the pending issues, let us adjust
so that our Arcadia can regenerate it.
The glory of Arcadian, reaching the celestial
her dear children, to feel proud.
Then they too will enjoy the post-mortem
if given wholeheartedly, to the mother : ARCADIA.
So they will say to each of them: "Et in ARCADIA ego"
with my good works, like a light of Lycaius flick!
Chrysostomos Krimpas (greek poet origin from Arcadia)
From the Light of Arcadian,
I am illuminated and glimmer
with pride I exclaim :
et in Arcadia ego! (means : and I in Arcadia )