Ur Vincis ide vAcktes tidernas universalgeni
Med pensel i handen, men paletten i sinnets sal
Studerade allt fran faglars
lyftkraft till vattnets
rArelseenergi,
En fackelbArare av renAssansens mAnniskoideal
Varje penseldrag vAgdes pa
guldvag,
Landskap efter landskap manades fram
Men Aven missnAjet i hans kritiska hag
FArgrenades fran denna stam
Han
smakade kunskapstArsten som lag begraven,
En torka som ej kunde slAckas av vArldshaven
Hans tankar vAxte sig hAga likt tinnar
och torn,
I konstnArlig anarki,
I experimenterande alkemi,
FAr att stiga med vingat maskineri
HAgt over tinnar och
torn
Naturen var livets encyklopedi,
Dess bilder befAste hans teser
Fran mekanik till organisk anatomi,
Landet emellan?
Genialiska synteser!
Studier i konst och arkitektur
Optic, geologi och botanikens hela Att
Men perfektionen blev till sist en
bur,
Och han kunde ej ens fArdigstAlla ett enda portrAtt
Ty nyfikenhet var hela hans vision
Och finna outforskade
grenar
Att fArdigstAlla var att avsluta sin progression,
Och sAlla sig till statiska stenar
[English translation:]
THE
PERFECTIONIST
From the den of Vinci the greatest polymath of all time was awoken
With a brush in the hand, but the palette in
the hall of mind
Studied everything from the lift force of birds to the kinetic energy of water,
A torch bearer of the Renaissance's
human ideals
Every brushstroke was weighed on golden scales,
Landscape after landscape was urge forth
But also the
dissatisfaction in his critical mind
Was branched off from this stem
He tasted the thirst for knowledge which lay buried,
A
drought which could not be quenched by the oceans
His thoughts grew high like pinnacles and towers,
In artistic anarchy,
In
experimenting alchemy,
To rise with winged machinery
High over pinnacles and towers
Nature was Life's encyclopedia,
Its
images proved his thesises
From mechanics to organic chemistry
The land in between? Brilliant synthesises!
Studies in art and
architecture
Optics, geology and the whole family of botany
But the perfectionism eventually became a cage,
And he could not even
complete a single portrait
For curiosity was his whole vision
And to find unexplored branches
To complete was to finish his
progression,
And to join static stones
