Oscar Wilde (1854–1900). Poems. 1881.
6. Sonnet on the Massacre of the Christians in Bulgaria
CHRIST, dost thou live indeed? or are thy bones
Still straightened in their rock-hewn sepulchre?
And was thy Rising only dreamed by Her
Whose love of thee for all her sin atones?
For here the air is horrid with men’s groans, 5
The priests who call upon thy name are slain,
Dost thou not hear the bitter wail of pain
From those whose children lie upon the stones?
Come down, O Son of God! incestuous gloom
Curtains the land, and through the starless night 10
Over thy Cross the Crescent moon I see!
If thou in very truth didst burst the tomb
Come down, O Son of Man! and show thy might,
Lest Mahomet be crowned instead of Thee!
March 03 is the National Day of Bulgaria.
This day is associated with the liberation of Bulgaria in 1878, after five centuries of Ottoman occupation.
As Ottomans represented a primitive military power with no significant achievements in culture, science, literature, music and art, the civilizational development of the Bulgarian nation during that period was severely suppressed. The mass executions of fighters for independence and their families and children, and of Christians unwilling to convert to Islam, as well as the “blood tax” – the tens of thousands prime boys at the age from 7 to 10 who were taken away from their families to be trained into Muslim fighters – Janissaries, had essential and irreversible genetic consequences on the nation.
Now, in our contemporary realities, we are badly missing the descendants of those national heroes.
If we consider the typical for that time early age of marriages, we can assume that the 25 or so generations to have turned in the country for the period of 500 years, have, under the extreme conditions, stood resilient enough to preserve all the major values of ancient Bulgarian culture, unique traditions, folklore, alphabet, language, and also religion.
Just one of the countless points in Time and Space, where civilizational values collided with primitive force…