'Poem' - Nam-tor zherka na'nash-veh u'akanik
In the early days of Hubpages I read an article by Suorek's entitled 'The Vulcan Within Me'
I thought of the many things I want(ed) to be and how much solace there is in flights of fancy and in the layers of lives in the imagination. It made me think of the planet Darkover and escape to the wonderful world of Cottman IV and obviously then of Star Trek and how much of an escape from everyday life that was possible via the series.
I thought a Vulcan poem would be appropriate response, I searched all over the galaxy for the actual dialogue used in the series and then tried to weave them together that they made some sort of sense in English on one hand and on the other represented an appropriate emotional response.
T'Ish hokni'es kwi'shoret --
This consciousness calling to you from space . . .
Ish-veh ni komihn
Nash-veh la po. Nash-veh tvai-nam-tor u'ra.
Rubah -- gehnli tor-bosh t'ek'nam
Nam-tor kusut vel t'kashek. Kup-putash-tor kashek.
Pthak svi'zherka -- dan-karik heh dan-khrashik
Kup-fai-tor ri ruhm Vuhlkansular Ri-Fainu
Ma ri ni sanosh-yehat vah aitlu.
Nam-tor ri k'ozhika hi k'ashiv yeht.
Dakh orfikkel aushfamaluhr shaukaush fi'aifa mazhiv
Estuhl terrupik khaf - Suorek
Kling akhlami buhfik
Ozhika -- palik t'kau ri shaht
Dif-tor heh smusma, Suorek
'Poem' - Emotions are alien to me
That-one so human
Why am I here? What was I meant to be?
Change is the essential process of all existence
Pain is a thing of the mind. The mind can be controlled.
Fear amongst emotions: most strong and most violent
Not even Vulcans can know The Unknown
To have, not so pleasurable as to want.
Exists not with logic, but often true.
Our ancestors cast out their animal passions here on these sands
It touches your human blood, Suorek
Not one among us perfect
Logic is the beginning of wisdom not the end
Live long and prosper, Suorek