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Afrykańska noc

Африканская ночь

Północ wybiła, ciemności bez granic,
Rzeka się toczy, w księżycu lśniąc,
A dalej, za rzeką, ogniska paląc,
Nieznane plemię, trwoży noc.

Jutro spotkamy i wyjaśnimy,
Do kogo należeć ma ziemia ta;
Im czarny kamień daje siły,
Nam – krzyżyk chroniący od zła.

Znowu obchodzę wzgórki i jamy,
Tu będą rzeczy, muły - tam.
W tym nieprzyjaznym kraju Sidamo
Drzewa nie rosną - piasek sam.

Miło jest myśleć: nie kajamy przed nikim,
Z dumą czynimy kolejny krok -
I znowu droga żółtym wężykiem
Będzie wiodła ze stoku na stok.

A jeśli jutro fale Uebi
Mój dech przedśmiertny wplączą w swój huk,
Martwy, zobaczę, jak w bladym niebie
Z ognistym czarny zmaga się bóg.

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