Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Prometheus (Translated) lyrics

Cover Your heavens, Zeus, With cloud vapor And try Your strike, as a boy Beheading thistles, Against oaken tree and mountain height; You still must leave me My Earth standing And my hut which You did not build, And my hearth, home's glowing Fire which You begrudge me. I know of nothing poorer Under the sun than You gods! Indigently You feed Your majesty On proffered sacrifice And breathfuls of prayer. You would starve to naught If children and beggars Were not such fools full of hope. When I was a child That knew not its way in the world I would lift my deluded eyes To the sun as though out beyond it There were an ear to hear my complaints A heart like mine That would take pity on my oppression. Who came to my aid Against the Titans' and their insolent rage? Who delivered me from d**h, From slavery? Was it not you, sacred heart ablaze, Who achieved it all? And, swindled in your youth and good will, Did you not glow, with thanks fit for a Savior, For that mere Sleeper on high? I should honor You? For what? Did You ever gentle The ache of my burden? Did You ever dry The tears of tribulation? Was I not forged to manhood By Time Almighty And Eternal Destiny, My masters and Yours? Perhaps You believed I should find life hateful, And flee to the wilderness Because not all my blossom-dreams Reached ripeness? Behold Here I sit, fashioning men In my own image, A race after my likeness, A race that will suffer and weep, And rejoice and delight with heads held high And heed Your will no more Than I!