THE FRUIT BEARING TREE

The point here that l've reached
And exactly as l am..
With plenty of fruits, handsome and slender-made..
I know what lies ahead of me from you
And what is expected..
After being born and swept away
and scanned by the divine open- wind..
The Princess Spring did me so..
And the ingenious, resourceful Summer..

I am ashamed of my riches and beauty
I am afraid and l shiver to the thought
That invasions of rabid and barren people                                                  will come
and infertility..
When this unfortunate world
sees the view of True Loveliness
and the aura of Fertility...

You will stone me with rocks underneath
Persistently..as you only know..
Until you take what you want
With hatred and merciless savageness...
And l will fall to your knees
and into your hands..
-"Oh, how tasty he is and what a mature fruit he is..
God looks over us
the poor people"..
Oh, you'll laugh...

And my Soul will become
An ancient greek city
That Barbariousness looted..

I am here, sent by God,
To be offered as a trophy
For our own cruelty..
You can climb up my body
There where you have never seen..
High..with impetus..
Towards the chosen things of the Sky
l mean..

God shouldn't have done it
But still he did..

God knew something when he said:
"In this world
The good entity and the bad will live..
At the end of righteousness
The crooked things will start..
And at the bottom of Chosen Beings
Stupid mongs will give sprouts"..

And as you will be content
By the Good Juices and the Chosen Blood
You'll become Lords and Tyrants
And great glories you will experience...
While l..
As to give birth to these precious fruits..
I shed a million tears and experienced
such dreadful pain..

You will give me away to oblivion
Leaving me to beg for a little mercy
From the very frosty winter
Without even casting upon me
A suit jacket for my shoulders...

And many other things you can do..
And many other atrocities you will perform..

Whereas you can't give birth to fruits
And beauty for the sake of the people..

You can only lay the road
that was made
for the dreams of the world
with thorns..

And as for your own infertility..
Always a price will be given
So the fruit bearing trees
Shall pay you..

Anyway
the purpose of poverty
sanctifies all means..

And now hurt by all the strikes of your hunger..                                                    
Hurt by ingratitude
that l took from this world..
I want to shout..if l have a voice..

-"Mother Earth
You should have thought better
Before you gave birth to me
As a fruit bearing tree..."

Translated by
VASILIKI  KOLLIOPOULOU  KALAHANI