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Gdy z nieprzejrzanej życia toni…

Когда из темной бездны жизни...

Gdy z nieprzejrzanej życia toni
Mój duch widzący mknął w przestrzenie,
Na pogrzebowej ceremonii
Brzmiało żałobnie błogie pienie.

I w zawodzeniu nieustannym
Nad trumną kłoniąc się wokoło
Żałobne całowały panny
Usta i blade moje czoło.

Pomny więc na szczęśliwe lata,
Ze świetlistego nieboskłonu
Wróciłem znów do granic świata
Ukoić miłość opuszczoną.

Kwiatami napełniłem niwy,
Przejrzystym blaskiem śpiewne zdroje,
By pocałunek ludziom żywym
Oddały wonne usta moje.


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