Post by commanderrpgxvii on Sept 12, 2015 21:23:22 GMT -5
What it means to have
4' 11'' in height
it is revealed by people's eyes and jokes,
or by an irriverent girl's curiosity
that approaches you
for her cheecky question:
she'd like to know if it's true
what is being said on the dwarfs,
that they are provided
with the less apparent virtue
among the virtues, the most indecent
Years and months pass,
and even minutes, if you count them,
it's sad to be adults
without being grown;
slander insists, beats the tongue on the drum
until they come to say
that a dwarf is certainly a stinker,
because his heart is too, too much
close to his *bung-hole*.
It was in sleepless nights
watched over in the light of rancor
that I prepared the exams, I became attorney,
to take the road that
from a cathedral's pews
leads to the sacristy
then to the chair of the court,
finally judge
earthly arbiter of good and evil
And then my height
did not dispense humour, anymore
to those standing in the dock
saying "Your Honor",
and entrusting them to the executioner
was entirely only my pleasure,
before genuflecting in the hour of goodbye
not knowing God's height, at all.
4' 11'' in height
it is revealed by people's eyes and jokes,
or by an irriverent girl's curiosity
that approaches you
for her cheecky question:
she'd like to know if it's true
what is being said on the dwarfs,
that they are provided
with the less apparent virtue
among the virtues, the most indecent
Years and months pass,
and even minutes, if you count them,
it's sad to be adults
without being grown;
slander insists, beats the tongue on the drum
until they come to say
that a dwarf is certainly a stinker,
because his heart is too, too much
close to his *bung-hole*.
It was in sleepless nights
watched over in the light of rancor
that I prepared the exams, I became attorney,
to take the road that
from a cathedral's pews
leads to the sacristy
then to the chair of the court,
finally judge
earthly arbiter of good and evil
And then my height
did not dispense humour, anymore
to those standing in the dock
saying "Your Honor",
and entrusting them to the executioner
was entirely only my pleasure,
before genuflecting in the hour of goodbye
not knowing God's height, at all.
This translation of a song is due to the character "Calliope [...]" and I thank the player for this inspiration.
The power of roleplaying (and tells!) never ends.