• Язык:
    Польский (Polska)



W dni korytarzu, pod sklepieniem,
Którym firmament mnie przygniata,
Wpatrzony w wieki, żyję mgnieniem,
Czekam Soboty Wielkiej świata.

Kresu podbojów, trwóg i nieszczęść,
Gdy się tułaczka duszy skończy…
O, przybądź dniu, gdy będę wreszcie
Widzący jasno i wiedzący!

Gdy zyskam sobie duszą inną,
Abym nie gniewał się, nie płakał,
Ja błogosławię ową słynną
Drogę do słońca od robaka.

A ów, co ze mną szedł tą drogą
W pokornej ciszy, w gromu trzaskach,
Rozkosze moje sadził srogo,
Dla mojej winy zawsze łaskaw,

Uczył jak milczeć, walczyć dumnie,
Uczył mądrości ziemskiej myśli
Odłoży kostur, spojrzy ku mnie
I powie: "Otośmy i przyszli".

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Евгений Бонвер
  • Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    The Eternal
  • Венгерский
    Иштван Бака

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Remember the palace of giants…

Remember the palace of giants, / The pool, full of silvery fish, / Alleys of planes, the highest, / And keeps made of huge stone bricks; / / As my golden horse at the towers / Was prancing, so proud and strong, / And gems decorated his harness / In patterns of delicate work. / / ...

The ship

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The Gates of Paradise

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