The Nihil Propaganda - Vision Divine

How could we comprise the Void?

Our small minds can’t keep it in

Getting close to where our conscience fades

Feels like there, while it vanishes away

Nothingness can’t be imagined

We can only knock on the next door

While our lives proceed along their path

Safe and blind, slowly fading away

Sempre caro mi fu quest’ermo colle

E questa siepe, che da tanta parte

Dell’ultimo orizzonte il guardo esclude

Ma sedendo e mirando, interminati

Spazi di là da quella, e sovrumani

Silenzi, e profondissima quiete

Io nel pensier mi fingo;

ove per poco

Il cor non si spaura.

E come il vento

Odo stormir tra queste piante, io quello

Infinito silenzio a questa voce

Vo comparando: e mi sovvien l’eterno

E le morte stagioni, e la presente

E viva, e il suon di lei.

Così tra questa

Immensità s’annega il pensier mio

We all are the others

Nobody is himself

E il naufragar m'è dolce in questo mare

How could we comprise the Void?

Our small minds can't keep it in

Getting close to where our conscience fades

Feels like there, while it vanishes away

Nothingness can't be imagined

We can only knock on the next door

While our lives proceed along their path

Safe and blind, slowly fading away

This hill was always dear to me

And this hedge, which goes so far

From the last horizon the gaze excludes

But sitting and looking, take it forever

Spaces beyond that, and superhuman

Silence, and very deep stillness

In my thoughts I pretend;

where for a while

The heart is not afraid.

And like the wind

I hear rustling among these plants, I that one

Infinite silence to this voice

I compare myself: and I remember the eternal

And the dead seasons, and the present

And alive, and the sound of her.

So between this

Immensity drowns my thoughts

We all are the others

Nobody is himself

And shipwreck is sweet to me in this sea