Poema de Tacumseh.

Acabo de ver la película "Act of Valor" la verdad, la película es excelente, es el tipo de película que te da un poco más de integridad y te hace reflexionar sobre tu vida, al punto de que puede darte el empujón necesario para cambiarla a una mejor, y buscar las cosas que quieres, Al final de la película, se muestra un poema de un lider nativo de un pueblo indígena llamado Tecumseh, el poema es de una hermosura sin igual debido a sus palabras y a la forma que habla de la vida y de la ética e integridad de la misma, aquí los dejo con el poema.

Coloco primero el poema que dictan en la película, en inglés, y abajo la traducción:

"So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion;respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home."

"Vive tu vida de tal modo que el miedo a la muerte nunca pueda entrar en tu corazón. No molestes a nadie acerca de su religión; respeta los puntos de vista de los demás, y exige que respeten el tuyo. Ama tu vida, perfecciona tu vida, embellece todas las cosas en tu vida. Busca de hacer tu vida larga y su propósito al servicio de los demás. Prepara una noble canción de muerte para el día que vayas a atravesar la gran división.

Siempre da una señal de saludo o una palabra cuando te encuentres o te cruces con un amigo, incluso algún extraño, en un lugar solitario. Muestra respeto por todos, y no te arrastres a ninguno.

Cuando te despiertes en la mañana da gracias por la comida y por la alegría de vivir. Si no ves razones para agradecer, la culpa reside sólo en ti mismo. Abusa de nadie y de ninguna cosa, pues el abuso vuelve a los sabios en tontos y le roba al espíritu su visión.

Cuando llegue tu tiempo de morir, no seas como esos cuyos corazones están llenos con el temor a la muerte, así que cuando su tiempo llega ellos lloran y rezan por un poco más de tiempo para vivir sus vidas otra vez de una manera diferente. Canta tu canción de la muerte y muere como un héroe yendo a casa."

The Wild Hunt

On the shadow of the night, There was a moving light through the tracks, withing the light a hundred hearts were beating. Through a window, you could see a Young man, talking to a Little kid.

      “There is a crow moon comin' in while you keep looking out” He said in a raspy voice. “why do you get so melancholic within this month? Within the hollow month of March?” the Little kid asked, you could have seen see the sincerity in his eyes. “Well, that is because this month makes me remember her, my heroin, she used to come the days that were stormy outside… when I was Little” He answered, as the Little boy looked at him perplex wanting to ask something more. “and because this kind of moon remembers me of the ancient races, they left long, long ago, but they are still here, down in the hollow earth, I can listen to them sometimes that the world keeps silence” the kid was shaking, like when you shake out of fear... “but... just for now, I don’t like to remember that, I just let the spring and the storm return to my life, everybody has to.”

      “The legend says that There is a Wild Hunt, when I was Little, like you, I believed in it” the Young man said as he moved in his chair to get more comfortable, he was a tall man, about six feet tall with a soft beard in his face, black hair and Brown eyes, he had a bad arranged hair, but he talked and you actually listened to him, listen like there was nothing else in the world, not the train, not the moon, not his shaky hair… Only his eyes and his deep raspy voice. His voice was like this old man’s voice that you listen when you imagine a Woodcutter out in the cold, sitting in  a swinging chair with his guitar playing some old tune that was forgotten by most of the people, but was kept From grandparents to grandsons From generation to generation.

      “There were times that I believed in it, but now… now I just leave my heart for the wild hunt, I don’t believe in such things, no spirits will come out from the forest in a wild hunt. There is Only life and us, and There shouldn’t be no fear of death, There is life and we should live it while we are alive, when death comes, we should accept it. Death is part of life, I don’t plan to let this world remember me and live by my example, I’m just a human, I plan to be forgotten when I’m gone, I won’t stay past my death, I won’t be leaving until the fall”.

      The man took a little sip out of his coffee and kept talking “That’s the reason I sleep in the nature, Within a beautiful and comfortable house, but simple, next to the forest, next to a big tree; it represents the giant tree of life, the giant tree of the souls, so when I die, I will be swept out to the Giant Tree”

      The train got to the station the Young man was going, as he said:  “I’m leaving now my Little friend, I’m just happy I leave you in the trail of life, good-bye my friend” he said as he got up From his sit. “Wait! What’s your name?” the Little kid shout. The Young man answered “It’s not different From yours my Little friend, just remember this words when the time needs it, my name is of no importance here, yours is… Good-bye Little kid” and then he walked out of the wagon into the great life, leaving his Little friend behind, knowing he wasn’t going to be with him anymore. 

Historia, inspirada en la canción The Wild Hunt por "The Tallest Man on Earth"

Saludos, Elvis O.