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Присягався він у храмі…

Он поклялся в строгом храме...

Присягався він у храмі
Біля ніг мадони з камню
Зберігати вірність панні
З тихим поглядом незламним.

Та забув свої обіти
Серед пестощів з жінками
І ножем у спину вбитий,
Він прийшов під райську браму.

Запитала Господиня:
«Чи не ти у тиші храмній
Клявсь у вірності єдиній
Панні з поглядом незламним?

Відійди, бо інші жнива
Цар Небесний тут збирає.
Хто заклявся неправдиво —
Той незнаним хай зникає!»

Впав у ноги та, незгодний,
Заперечив: «Ясна панно,
Я шукав — немає жодной,
Що дивилась би незламно».


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