Institutio Immortales - Enid

Fern von schwachem Geist entfacht des Weisen Licht die

Glut,

Und umnebelt die schwachen Leiber, die dem Blinden folgen.

Was vermag nicht der alten Macht Best¤ndigkeit zu sein,

Wenn Mut und Weisheit der neuen Zeit sich gegen sie

verbјnden.

Foreseen is what the willow’s haze makes pure again and

light

And whispers to the weak and wound the majesty of

brightness.

Those who promise doubtful pleasures, praising doubtful

promises,

Will be devoured by the painful merciless insight of

future.

Lehr und Sinn saugt aus best¤ndig unantastbar reichem Kelch

Die Flut der aus geschund’nem Geist heraus bekehrten

Sјnder.

Nichts verh¤rmt den neuen Herrn samt Zwietracht und

Verdruџ,

Doch Kraft und Glut des Weisen Schein verdr¤ngt, was

weichen muџ.

Far from the weak spirit, the wise light kindles the

embers,

And befuddles the weak bodies that follow the blind.

What can not be steadfastness of the old power,

When the courage and wisdom of the new age oppose them

join.

Foreseen is what the willow's haze makes pure again and

light

And whispers to the weak and wound the majesty of

brightness.

Those who promise doubtful pleasures, praising doubtful

promises,

Will be devoured by the painful merciless insight of

future.

Teaching and sense sucks from a constantly untouchable rich chalice

The tide of those converted out of broken spirits

sinner.

Nothing caresses the new master along with discord and

annoyance,

But the power and glow of the wise light suppresses what

must give way.