Ode, to the Mighty Midget Omac [In English and Spanish]

Part One Midget History

I am thirty-six inches tall, that is all-

Honest to god I am My hair is green, my eyes red, and I

Have a very thick neck

My eyebrows are thin, and my beard

Has three hairs? And I bore abuse, when I was young

Yes! It happened to be; day by day?

?folks laugh at me, my appearance

You see?I make them appalled. .

I am middle aged, not very old, nor am

I: pious, poor, or a fool; My wrinkles and blemishes are as they

Are-I'd not change them

?for food or gold? .

I came from a race, from within the earth

More ancient than man himself; So what do I do, I leave it to you-

Just call me Omac, the Mighty Midget.

.

Ah! I've lived in this world of evil and bad-

Sad and heartbreaking, to say the least Everyone preoccupied with everything-

With neighbors, housewives and thieves.

The only one I can think of, that I do not

Despise or hate, is an acquaintance I've met, in the depths of Iceland,

He left me a riddle to think:

Said he "Why do you call me a great man?

One you do not understand; with Dog-like devotion and faith?

Perhaps it is that, a midget can't live

?without an impressive mate?"

Said I to him, as he walked away, "It is

Because you're impressive to Them, not me!..."

Part Two Midget Hell

I visited hell, once upon a time with

Its torture chambers and horrid Rhymes?

If I could, I would take half of earth-there,

Simply to see what they could bear; Thus, her soft white dreams that she

Once seen, would then be in

?the devils care.

.

With scorpions, dim and dark, and spiteful

And horrible sounds-of hissing By your bed; with all of this I fear my friend,

In Hell, you'd wish you were never dead.

As the wiggly worms climb all about, what

Gruesome view to hear men shout-; To see the horned malamute dogs growl

Savagely, licking everything foul.

.

But I am a midget, of thirty-six inches tall

That is all?, Blue-eyed, wings that don't fly,

Blood that rushes to my head?

?When I get mad-

Oh, sometimes I play the fool, I jerk and

Shiver all over, but no one Notices-I'd like to squash them too;

My life in their minds, unnoticed.

Part Three Midget Madness

I hate those I can understand; those I

Do not, I find myself unarmed, And wishing I could.

Everyone's in a bubble of superiority,

This of course irritates me? Their soft white hush, which is more like

Cadaverous mush, wrapped up

?up, in their crystal like dreams-!

If it was up to me, I'd rape the whores

And kill the queen-; That's the sensible side of me,

The Midget side, if you please.

.

Hell with the meaning of life, just give me

A dagger or knife; wise men die Like midgets and fools, the only difference

Is, they went to school.

The fate of man, is not in his hands,

As he'd like all to believe! Nor will pious images save him, they

Come and go like fools gold;

This is very plane to see!

I need no flattery like they, only a

Purpose for today?!

Part Four Midget Love

I have sung many praises to love and

Beauty-: Above all, they sing back to me:

"The waters are still, the witches Are real, and twilight is chilled;

But my heart is tattered gray- For who loves a midget anyway?"

I have my cross, where the Christians

Walk-, for I tried to be a Christian You see-; and by love and faith

I made a mistake?a midgets' a

?midget, also, in the halls of Christianity.

.

Blaspheme, blaspheme, everywhere,

I'd like to load my gun, Face the sun, twist some bones

In and out of their chest!...

Too bad I'm harmless?

I look out my midget door, once more

Very little do I see, only people So many people, with envy, envy;

I just wanted to be loved you see.

Part Five Chavin De Huantar

I must return today! Ancient am I

Compared to thee? They are taking me back with an

Escort I see, like a prince

?under a princes care.

They are humble to me, I'm not human

You see, or so I wish not to be; To them I'm a millionaire.

There is no pretence?

?in the world for them? And in Chavin de Huantar I'll be.

.

In point of fact, I'll never be back,

Chavin de Huantar will be My home; even the ignorant understand

One must wash his hands, when?

?all that is left is famine!...

Note: 5/31/05 #699

Oda, al Enano Poderoso Omac

Translated by Nancy Penaloza

Parte Uno

Historia Diminuta

Soy treinta y seis pulgadas altas, que es todo-

Honesto al dios soy Mi pelo es verde, mis ojos rojos, y yo

Tengo un cuello muy grueso Mis cejas son delgadas, y mi barba

Tiene tres pelos ? Y llevé el abuso, cuando yo era jóven

¡Sí! Resultó ser; día a día ? ?amigos se ríen de mí, mi aspecto

Usted ve?yo los hago horrorizar. . Soy medio anciano, no muy viejo, ni soy

yo: piadoso, pobre, o un idiota; Mis arrugas y defectos son como son

Son - yo no los cambiaría ?por alimento u oro.

Vine de una raza, desde dentro la tierra

Más antiguo que el hombre mismo; entonces que hago, se lo dejo a ud-

Solamente llámeme Omac, el Enano Poderoso.

¡Ah! He vivido en este mundo del demonio y del mal-

Triste y desgarrador, para decir lo menos Cada uno preocupado por todo-

Con vecinos, amas de casa y ladrones.

El único en el que puedo pensar, que no

Desprecie u odie, es un conocido lo encontrè, en las profundidades de Islandia,

Él me dejó una criba para pensar: ¿Dijo él " Por qué me llama usted un gran hombre?

Uno no entiende; ¿Devoción de perro y fe?

Quizás es que, un enano no puede vivir ¿?sin un compañero impresionante? " Dije yo a él, en tanto él se alejó, " esto es

porque tu eres impresionante ¡Ellos, no yo! ...

Parte Dos

Infierno Diminuto

Visité el infierno, alguna vez

Sus cámaras de tortura y horribles Rimas ? Si yo pudiera, yo llevarìa la mitad de la tierra -allí,

Simplemente para ver lo que ellos podrían llevar; Así, sus sueños suaves blancos que ella

Una vez vio, entonces estaría en ?el cuidado del diablo. . Con Escorpiones, débiles y oscuros, y rencoroso

Y sonidos horribles - de silbido Por su cama; con todo esto temo mi amigo,

En el Infierno, usted desearìa no estar muerto. Como los gusanos ondulados subiendo sobre todo, que

Vista espantosa, oír grito de hombres-; Ver el gruñido de perros de malamute astado

Ferozmente, lamiendo todo sucio. .

Pero, soy un enano, de treinta y seis pulgadas altas

Eso es todo ?, De ojos azules las alas que no vuelan,

La sangre que se eleva a mi cabeza ? ?cuando me pongo furioso-

Ah, a veces juego al idiota, tiro y

Tiemblo por todas partes, pero nadie nota - me gustaría aplastarlos también;

Mi vida en sus mentes, inadvertidas.

Parte Tres

Locura Diminuta

Odio a aquellos puedo entender;

No hago, me encuentro desarmado, Y deseando yo podría. A todo el mundo en una burbuja de superioridad,

Esto desde luego me irrita ? Su silencio suave blanco, que es más bien

Desplome cadavérico, envuelto ¡?arriba, en su cristal como sueños-! Si esto me elevara, yo violaría a las rameras

Y matarìa a la reina-; Esto es mi lado sensible ,

El lado Diminuto, con su permiso. . El infierno con el significado de vida, solamente déme

Una daga o cuchillo; hombres sabios mueren Como enanos y tontos, la única diferencia

Es, ellos fueron a la escuela. El destino del hombre, no está en sus manos,

¡Como le gustaría a todos creer! Tampoco imágenes piadosas lo salvarán, ellos

Vienen y van como

como oro de tontos; ¡Esto es muy claro para ver! No necesito ninguna adulación como ellos, sólo un

¡Objetivo para hoy ?!

Parte Cuatro

Amor Diminuto

He cantado muchas alabanzas para el amor y

Belleza-: Encima de todo, ellos cantan atrás:de mi.

" Las aguas son todavía, las brujas Son verdadero, y el crepúsculo es frio;

Pero mi corazón es de color gris andrajoso- ¿Pero quién ama a un enano de todos modos? " Tengo mi cruz, donde los cristianos

El paso-, ya que traté de ser Cristiano Usted ve-; y por amor y fe

Hice un herror a los enanos ?enano, también, en los pasillos de cristianismo.

. Blasfeme, blasfeme, por todas partes,

Me gustaría cargar mi arma, Afrontar el sol, torcer algunos huesos

¡dentro y fuera de su pecho!... Demasiado malo soy inofensivo

Miro mi puerta diminuta, una vez más

Muy poco hago, yo veo, sólo pueblo Tantas personas, con envidia, envidia;

Solamente quise ser amado usted ve.

Parte Cinco

Chavin de Huantar

¡Debo volver hoy! Antiguo soy yo

Comparado a Usted ? Ellos me toman atrás como una

escolta yo veo, como un príncipe ?bajo el cuidado de príncipes. Ellos son humildes para mí, no soy humano

Usted ve, o entonces deseo no ser; para ellos soy un millonario.

No hay ningún pretexto ? ?en el mundo para ellos ? Y en Chavin de Huantar yo serè. .

En realidad, nunca volveré,

Chavin de Huantar será Mi casa; aún el ignorante entienden

Hay que lavar sus manos, cuando ? ¡?todol es dejado es el hambre!...

Note: 5/31/05 *699

Author Dennis Siluk's web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com/

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