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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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The one, who lies in a grave, / Hears wondrous jingling / And can feel the scent / Of the whitest lily. / / The one, who lies in a grave / Sees the light eternal, / Angels’ snow-white shade, / Their feathers’ murmur. / / There, you are dying / And your hands are c...

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

"What d' you see in my eyes, slightly sparkling, / In my look, hazed with opaque mist?" / "There I saw the sea's deepest darkness / With a big sunken beautiful ship. / / That fine ship... More glorious and braver / None had seen over deep of the sea. / Its high masts under windbreath ...

A fragment of «Tale of Kings»

Once a dark horseman oh a black horse came / He was clad in a black velvet cloak, full of pride. / And his look was so dreadful, as a town aflame, / And so glaring as a flash in the night. / / Curly hair upon shoulders like serpents did twist, / And his voice was a song of the earth and...


Today, I can see that your glance is especially sad, / And hands are especially thin and the hair if up fluff. / Hey, listen, as far as in Africa, down at lake Chad / Is walking a graceful Giraffe. / / He's owing that elegance, slender and languor he is, / Such beautiful patterns are sh...

The Gates of Paradise

There are no seven diamond seals to close / the eternal gates of God's great paradise / it has no tempting charms, no beckoning glow / and to the people remains unrecognized. / / a doorway in a wall long since forsaken / a mass of stones and moss and nothing more. / nearby, a beggar, ...