Alypius, he was so small
That even a pigmy
To him seemed tall;
But he did not crawl,
For his ideas
They were so grand,
That in dialectic
He was
In the very highest
Of demand.
Alypius was small and fragile
But had such beauty of soul
That the stars shone for him
And mysteries did unfold
Alypius was small and fragile
But had such splendor of mind
That the clouds cried for him
And he seemed almost divine
Alypius, Iamblichus
Called a twerp
But that latter was
Usurped
When Alypius asked,
“When the evil inheritor
Does bad deeds, is he bad
Or he who made him
His heir?”
Alypius was small and fragile
But had such beauty of soul
That the stars shone for him
And mysteries did unfold
Alypius was small and fragile
But had such splendor of mind
That the clouds cried for him
And he seed almost divine
Song: Kodagain
Music: Saša Zorić Čombe
Words: Brendan Connell