My picture translation to this poem.
THE PROPHECY OF THE TRUE HORN
_Into darkness will I fade,
Into a night that Man has made,
But through that gloom shall gleam the Sun
When I am lost, and again am won.
Release! Release! I call to thee
In the New Lands across the sea;
Let another, on narrow pathways, come to me.
Furthest and Highest,
yet not beyond reach.
Choose thou well a path that will teach
how the Sunken is raised
and Emptiness filled
and a wandering heart
can finally be stilled.
Seek the Great Stone! Mark it well, with a sign,
That the one who shall follow
Shall see it is mine,
And, seeing, shall ponder and certainly know
As the Ancients have writ: “As Above, so Below.”
And I shall guard the Source of Greatness;
waiting by a teardrop
from neither joy nor sorrow born,
in silver bound, beneath the ground,
I am the Spiral Horn._
Translated by Michael Green