English Version
And the Death God said: "Let it rise to its glory in the Rio Valley-for a season; then let it be gone, we shall call it Copan?"
Prologue: Empires come and go, liken to cosmic events, or the storms around the world: Atlantis, Mu, Greece, Persia, Rome, the Inca Nation, and even the great Maya heroic times of Copan, in Central America. All came and all left, one way or another; now just dust and artifacts in the spiral of time. But I shall pick out one, just one king, Smoke-Imix [-God K], for he was the last of the great warriors, or so I believe.
[The Saga begins]
Before there was 'new light,' the 8th Lord of Night ruled in the Valley of Copan?-then light broke out [3114 BC] over the Copan Valley-and women and men walked hand in hand to create a new civilization-but where there is peace, there is blood in the sands?and this is where it all began?.
1.
[628 AD] It was the residue of Atlantis
So some have said-now dead Copan-the Athens of another world
Standing tall in the Great Plaza of
Copan-carved in stone-
Stained with blood red-tones
[Here?here]
Is the Stelae of Smoke-Imix-God K
The Great Maya warrior King
Giving praise to Tlaloc:
Tlaloc-the renowned Jaguar-god
(Smoke-Imix, ruler of the 12th Dynasty)
Lord and god of the Copan Valley
2.
The King
Ah! the blood he gave, the blood he took
Splattered on every stone and brook
Ruler for sixty-eight years?
(With no Atlanteon tears)
He was a builder, like the Pharaohs,
Like Gilgamesh of old Uruk;
Inscribed on monuments, everywhere?
(Was his profound works)
3.
Rio Copan Valley
In the Rio Copan Valley, came drought, defeat, rivalry between king and nobility that broke the back and the dreams of the Copan kings; and so it fell to its once unfailing fate, and faded away, at its zenith-ah! ?it was a spectacular vista once, now fading, fading?away a?, amongst the shrubs, dust and weeds?.
#467/Feb, 2005; dedicated to Clark A. Smith, Poet,
Who believed Copan was linked to Atlantis.
Versi?n en Espa?ol
El Dios de la Muerte de Copan
Por Dennis L. Siluk
Traducido por Nancy Pe?aloza
Y el Dios de la Muerte dijo: "D?jelo levantarse de su gloria en el Valle del R?o-por una estaci?n; despu?s d?jalo que se vaya, nosotros lo llamaremos Copan?"
Prologo: Imperios viene y van, comparados como acontecimientos c?smicos, o tormentas alrededor del mundo. Atl?ntica, Mu, Grecia, Persia, Roma, la Naci?n Inca, e incluso el gran Tiempo Heroico Maya de Copan, en Am?rica Central. Todo viene y va, de una forma u otra; justo ahora como polvo y artefactos en la espiral del tiempo. Pero escoger? uno, solo un rey, Smoke-Imix [-God K], por que el fue del ultimo de los guerreros, o eso es lo que pienso.
[As? comienza la leyenda]
Antes de que hubiera la 'luz nueva,' el octavo Se?or de la Noche gobern? en el Valle de Copan? -despu?s la luz se esparci? [3114 BC] sobre el Valle de Copan-y mujeres y hombres caminaron tomados de la mano para crear una civilizaci?n nueva-pero donde hay paz, hay sangre en las arenas...y esto es donde todo empez??.
1.
[628 Despu?s de Cristo]
Este fue los restos de Atl?ntica
Eso dicen algunos-ahora Copan muerto-la Atenas de otro mundo Permaneciendo alto en la Gran Plaza de Copan-tallado en piedra- manchados con sangre roja-tonos
[Aqu??aqu?]
Esta la estela de Smoke-Imix-God K
El Gran Rey Guerrero Maya
Dando alabanza a Tlaloc:
Tlaloc-el renombrado Dios-Jaguar
(Smoke-Imix, gobernador el la 12th Dinast?a) se?or y dios del Valle de Copan
2.
El Rey
Ah! La sangre que el dio, la sangre ?l tom? desparramada en cada piedra y riachuelos Gobernador por sesenta y ocho a?os? (Sin l?grimas de Atl?nticos) El fue un constructor, como los faraones, Como Gilgamesh de Antiguo Uruk; Inscrito en monumentos, en todo lugar? (Fueron trabajos profundos)
3.
Valle del R?o Copan
En el Valle del R?o Copan, vino sequ?a, derrota, rivalidad entre el rey y la nobleza que rompi? el soporte y los sue?os de los reyes de Copan; y entonces se derrumb? a su una vez inmutable destino, y desaparecieron, en su punto mas alto- ?ah! ?esto fue una espectacular vista una vez, ahora deca?da, desapareciendo?o?oo?, entre la vegetaci?n, el polvo y mala hierba?.
#467/Feb, 2005; dedicado a Clark A. Smith, Poeta, quien cre?a que Copan estaba relacionado con Atl?ntica.
Note: Spanish Version completed 4-20-2005.
Author and Poet Dennis L. Siluk is presently in Honduras, in San Pedro de Sula, about an hour drive to the Copan site, which he will be at tomorrow, and has just finished the Spanish Version of the poem... Rosa Pe?aloza
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