Έχω το παρακάτω ποίημα σε μια ταινία. Αν κανένας έχει διάθεση να παίξει με ομοιοκαταληξίες, θα του είμαι ευγνώμων. Αλλιώς θα το μεταφράσω χωρίς ρίμα.
Junk the ancient rules of thought
By which our predecessors fought
Their clashing minds did throw a spark
That scorched the world and wreaked the dark
Let no science fix our path
If only numbers make its math
Our brains will run, will surely see
On some sweeter philosophy
Until, beneath a quiet sky
Atop the rubble we will stand
And finally demystify
The message in fate's reprimand
Even an atomic blast
Can't rub the future from the past
If with incinerated grace
We still become the human race
Ευχαριστώ εκ των προτέρων για κάθε προσπάθεια.
Junk the ancient rules of thought
By which our predecessors fought
Their clashing minds did throw a spark
That scorched the world and wreaked the dark
Let no science fix our path
If only numbers make its math
Our brains will run, will surely see
On some sweeter philosophy
Until, beneath a quiet sky
Atop the rubble we will stand
And finally demystify
The message in fate's reprimand
Even an atomic blast
Can't rub the future from the past
If with incinerated grace
We still become the human race
Ευχαριστώ εκ των προτέρων για κάθε προσπάθεια.
