Vid stranden by  Dorina Mocan





(Inspired by a painting of Dorina Mocan)



                                                                                by Sain Sucha




"Wake up… wake up!"


He turned his head

And there it sat,

Outside his window,

The black myna bird


"Why are you whispering,

And why are you so hoarse ­­?"

Asked Suez,

The old farmer.


"Stupid was I

Who flew over the city

Instead of flying around it;

And now I cannot sing!"


"What do you want?"

The old man heard the anxiety

In the bird's voice

And enquired about it.


The myna replied:

"I have come the long way

Because you are a true son of the Earth;

I believe you would understand me!"


"Just tell me,

What's in your heart?"





"Our Mother Earth feels sick!

Her children torment her

With gruesome games;

Her skin is torn asunder by tanks,

Dynamite inflicts burning sours on her body,

Toxic chemicals run through her veins,

And lethal gases fill her lungs --

She suffers from shivers, cough and fever.


Do you remember how last Christmas

She suffered from severe stomach-ache,

Her whole inner being shook with convulsions,

And she threw up a violent wave of her fluids --

A tsunamis that drowned all far and near?


And do you recall how a few weeks later on

She got palpitation and breathed so heavily

Exhaling a wind storm that violently

Fell haughty pines and majestic firs?


And haven't you heard either

About her rising fever

That is causing flood in the oceans

When the snow melts from her breasts?


The bird paused, and then added:

"Earth, our mother, needs us now!

We must hurry to help her.

We must stand by Mother Earth!"






"What can I do?


An old man am I

Far away from all,

Neither strong nor rich,

Without influence or authority.

I own a little land,

A flock of sheep, and my ram Sathi,

Imdad, my dear wife

And my daughter Arodnap;


Haven't you flown into the wrong direction?"


"No, it is you that I seek!

It is you who have the daring ram

And the golden girl.

One fears no hurdle

And the other knows no evil,

Together they make an invincible pair –

And it is for their sake I have come here!"


The old man shook his head:

"It's true that my ram is strong and brave,

And my daughter is chaste,

But what service could they perform

That Mother Earth would heal?"


"Unseen should they enter

The well-guarded citadel of gods,

On the other side of the rainbow,

And open the Pandora's Box."


"Open the Pandora's Box!"

Horrified, yelled the old man.

"Doesn't it suffice with all the misery that already abounds,

Must you release more evil?"


"No, all the miseries are already running loose,

Only Hope had stayed behind,

But it did not stay there of her own accord –

It was confined there by hideous forces.


And we have lived for ages

In darkness, without hope.

And now Hope must be set free

If we are to regain a trustworthy belief."


But the farmer cried again:

"A belief? And what purpose a belief would serve?

It is just the beliefs held by various people

That spread suffering and sorrow in the world!

In the name of religion ravage

One race members of another."


"Not that kind of belief, Dear Sir "

Said the bird,

"No, not that kind!

That kind of belief is borne by the people

Who are either blinded by their arrogant pride

Or suffer from grave destitution.

That kind of belief is devoid of knowledge,

And it merely leads to dark thoughts

And results in the execution of innocent people

By narrow minded tyrants;

Or, certain individual without any hope,

After being misled by others

Who use false divine references for their own purpose,

Are led to kill harmless people

By self-annihilation combined with murder. "






"No, the belief that arises with Hope,

And in due time matures into knowledge,

Supported by facts and reason;

That belief shows us the path to enlightenment.


That's why we must liberate Hope!

With hope in every heart,

Sound beliefs in our mind

And knowledge as our goal

We would tame the wicked forces.


First, when no one mobs another

Because one is a man, woman, bird or fish;

White, pale, brown or black;

Jew, Christian, Muslim or Hindu;

Asian, African, European or American;

But accept all as our fellow-beings,

Then could we endeavour to retrieve

Mother Earth's lost honour and grace.


And together could we

Reclaim Her devastated gardens,

Cleanse her poisoned soil,

Get rid of the toxic gases;

Only then, when She feels restored,

Our Mother Earth perhaps anew

Open her arms and give us the sanctuary

And the love that we have lost

Because of our misdeeds!"






The old farmer objected:

"But the citadel of the gods

Lies beyond the rainbow!

How could Sathi and Arodnap

Reach those grounds?"


"Yes! I would be their guide,

And with my song I would plead their case;

With Sathi's bold climb

And Arodnap's innocence

Every place is within their reach.

When the gods hear about

The suffering of Mother Earth

Surely they would set Hope free!


The old farmer closed his eyes,

Inhaled deep and said:

"Go ahead and take my beloved daughter,

And take my wondrous ram,

Because I hear the truth in your voice!

May you reach the citadel you just named,

And Hope be your travelling companion

On your way home! Go now

Before it gets too late!"






Thereupon slept the old farmer

A deep and tranquil sleep;

Not the sleep of a man

Who had sent away his daughter and his ram;

No, but the sleep of a Mother Earth's child

Who had served his mother well!






 He was awoken from his deep sleep

When he heard his wife call:


"Wake up… wake up!"


"Why are you yelling,

And why are you so hoarse?"

Asked the old man.


He heard his wife speak anxiously:

"Barn's gates are wide open

And Sathi is not there,

Arodnap's window is also open

But she lies not in her bed!"


The old man smiled and said in a steady tone:

"Fear not, my dear Imdad,

I know where they have gone,

And before the night falls

They would come home with Hope."


Even if his wife did not grasp anything

Of what he said, she heard the belief in his voice

And saw the lustre in his eyes.


She smiled too and looked out

Of the window -- filled with hope!